My favourite respondant

I just got my head fixed but I lost all my memory, only remember their name and telephone number. Trying to build up some memory but i'm progressing slow, i don't think i can get back what i had before, my owner is drying up of ideas and getting upset, "respondant" is short and plain in response. I hope i can do something to him.

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