"No," Molokov answered, understanding now the reason for her pause. "No, I am one of the lucky - or unlucky ones who woke up on a train going to this place. I cannot blame you for your caution - there are so many who seem to think they were always here. I tried to explain this was not so. Once. It did not, as you can imagine, go so well."

This collective amnesia/delusion was something that worried him. Such effects were possible by drugs, of course, but to drug so many and for so long? How was that possible? Would he too become affected and wake one day to think he had been here all his life? The thought of this was absolutely terrifying.