"Some sort of... surgical procedure?"

He's strapped to a table, a redheaded man staring down at him, his voice void of inflection as he says:

"I took care of that problem for you. I assure you, she felt no pain."

Hands him a simple gold ring- a wedding band.

A needle, drawing closer, and then-

Nothing.

He blinks, giving his head a shake as if to dispel the... memory?

"Must be," he agreed absently, rummaging through the drawer.