God, aight, hold on.

[ He inhales hard and whacks his cheeks a bit with his hands, trying to stop himself from continuing to blubber. ]

Aight... aight... so. We ain't on the pen'sula no more. This ain't no weird ass pissy event from her, or someone fuckin' somethin' up. This is called the Grove, yo. New place. Same shit. Other's came from the pen'sula but fer some reason their memories been wiped.