Dr. Sen met Eli at the field consultation room beside the annex, where the local medical team had cleared a table between two supply cupboards.
The follow-up had been arranged after the service-pocket rescue. Sen had come to the relief station for other consultations as well; Eli did not get to turn the disaster into a reason that his own check could wait until everything else was finished. He sat while Tessa and Juno placed the field-use record within reach.
Sen asked about the single Anchor activation. Eli described the cover, the prepared timber and wedges, Kellan’s supervision and the release before the workers withdrew. Juno had not seen that rescue and did not supply a secondhand endorsement. Tessa gave the checks she had performed afterward and the symptoms Eli had reported.
“Any use since?” Sen asked.
“No.”
“Any new missing words, confusion, altered familiarity?”
“Not that I’ve noticed. The neighbor’s name is still gone.”
Sen made him say what still meant. It had not returned in a dream, become easier to reach or been replaced by confidence that he would remember later. There was simply a gap where a familiar person ought to have had a name.
