"Bartemius." He knew that name. It was definitely the right name for the voice. The relief that washed over him as he said the name, like he finally had that solid thing he needed. "Barty." His name was Regulus and this was Barty he was talking to. That made it easier. It made it something more fixed rather than dreamlike.

"I think you will. I-I feel it." Did that make sense? Regulus wasn't sure. He didn't have memories or stable thoughts but he had feelings and instincts. They were what he trusted. The voice was a safe voice. "I know you."