[Reflexively, Chilton's hand went to the left side of his face -- the cheek that had a bullet penetrate it. His prosthetics were fit in nicely, snugly, his face looked perfectly normal, but he couldn't help his flinching at the allusion.

Rincewind had known, at least vaguely, about it. Chilton had taken the allergy medicine quite keenly.]

We reset when we return home -- so to speak. From what I have observed. Typically our memories remain, yes, but not always -- and much less the physical discrepancies. Our original timeline has some sort of precedence.

[He finished off his glass and poured another one.]

I don't want to suffer that loss again.