Swamped

You remember the first name, of course. Apparently you didn't bother hiding it, since John is too common. The last, though... You're having trouble with that. It's been too long since you worked here...

Wait. That was it, wasn't it.

"Er, John Long," you say. "I think, anyway. I'm a bit muddled."

"Well, it'll be good enough for our records," the nurse says, writing it down. "Now, as I said earlier, you don't seem injured. We also couldn't notice any breathing problems, and your temperature only seems a bit below normal. If not for how soaked your clothes were, I'd think you weren't in the water for very long. I don't suppose you remember what happened?"

"No," you reply. "Well, not clearly. I remember being on a boat, but right now I can't say for sure I'm not just remembering a dream."

No need to mention how large of a boat you remember, of course.

"We didn't see any signs of a boat near you. Maybe someone stole it and shoved you out, or maybe you fell out and it drifted off."

"It could be," you mumble. "I suppose I can't worry about it until I can leave. Actually, if I'm not injured, is there any problem with leaving now?"

"Well, you don't have any clothes, and we still want you overnight for observation, in case we missed something. We do have spare clothes we can provide, but we prefer not to do that if there's another option. Is there anyone we can contact to bring clothes for you?"

You could name a number of people around here, but they wouldn't recognize the name John Long. You should probably just tell her no.

But then, suddenly, you recall a particular person from this time and place. Someone who just might be able to help you, and who wouldn't be inclined to ask questions. It might be worth the risk to reach out.