"No," he admits, slowly. "But you are. Or you've been reeducated past remembering who you are and where you're from, which implies a temporal disturbance on top of the spatial one, since I arrived less than an hour ago from Night Vale, where I spoke with someone named Cecil not two weeks ago. He sounded...exactly like you." There's real, honest confusion in his tone, and a little bit of vulnerability. "You look alike, too. I thought it had to be you. How--? How can two people be so alike and still be separate individuals?"

He recalls the incident with Night Vale's doubles. Perhaps that's who he's speaking to? Or perhaps it's a similar phenomenon? Carlos doesn't know. He wants to test it, but sometime in the future. He doesn't really feel the inclination right now. He finds himself honestly disappointed.