Newt can't help but laugh at that, high and cracking, nearly a cackle. "I remember." He blinks at that, however, then frowns, scrubbing a hand through his hair. "I mean...kinda?" Newt's nose wrinkles, starting to look aggravated. "You know. That whole weird memories thing they've got going on here. So I remember. But I don't?" His voice starts to rise in pitch, gesticulating widely. "It's weird."