[The scatterbrained young man fishes through pocket after pocket while hefting his burden from one arm to the other... until he gives up on the whole juggling act and sets the books on the floor, leaning against the door and searching his jeans and coat at a slower, but more annoyed pace.]

Yup. Pretty much everyone who lives here is a recovering amnesiac. Lookit me for instance, can't even remember where I put my damn keys. I just got here a few weeks ago myself.