Delocated2008

[when Jon got his identity memorized, he goes to see Greg DiPietro's office about what happened a year later]

Greg DiPietro:
You find an address taped to your body, you go see Jay, you go to your loft, and you remember who you are?

Jon:
That's right.

Greg DiPietro:
Do you have any recollection of what happened to you?

Jon:
I remember Sergei killed the boat driver, took us up to Canada, and from there, we hopped a freighter to Iceland. Ended up having this just incredible dinner. Hangikjot -- I don't know if I'm pronouncing it right. It was smoked lamb. So succulent-- Dripping off the lip. [imitates munching] And the waitress -- Talk about some curves. Oh! Ooh! It's like the land of 10s. There's a 10. There's a 10. There's a 10. There's a 10. Who's behind me? Another 10. Ooch! In the beach. In the sand! Me and my buddies, we call it Aca-poke-er. Here's a quarter. Good for you. Dud will look cool as hell, first of all. They're not gonna find [bleep] right? Wait till I tell Eddie!

Greg DiPietro:
Anyway...

Jon:
Sorry. Um, next thing I remember is waking up on the shore -- Here.

Greg DiPietro:
I don't think there's any doubt that Sergei will make his way back to town, and he won't rest until you are dead. T.B. will be assigned to you and David until we can get you both out of New York and somewhere safe.

Jon:
Sounds to me like we're about to pull a Kurt Russell.

Greg DiPietro:
Hmm?

Jon:
We're gonna escape from New York. LET'S GO GET DAVID!