"But the bells," he mutters, confusion clouding his face again. He still can't remember what's important about the bells or why they would contradict Daine's assessment of the cows' genuineness, but there really was something important about the cows. Or at least, something important about their bells.

Plaintively, he asks, "I've still got my face, don't I? We just came from New York, didn't we?"