Oh no! ( evie exclaims, holding a distraught hand to her own forehead for a moment while she tries to process this. ) That's awful. I know all about terrible things, and I think that losing your memories ... forgetting your home, your friends... might be the cruelest thing of all.

( she's glad that she's still crouched down at beaker's level — you know, besides the puppeteering hands nobody needs to talk about — because it means she can look intently into his beautifully round eyes. ) I don't know how, Beaker, but we're going to get your memory back.