And, as it happens, when they next opened their eyes it didn't take long for them to learn that they were boracic (boracic lint = skint) and not only that, they were both clueless as to their whereabouts but also clothesless! naked as the days they were born and suffering apparently from a form of concussion which had rather buggered up their memories, but under whose aegis they had no knowledge; as they had forgotten their own names they could only mumble to each other, until one pointed up at the great hill not far off: "that I remember, but why, God only knows!" and the other looked around where they sat, on a grassy knoll, and had a flashback: "this was the hotel, do you remember?" but his companion shook his head sadly, then winced at the pain, but the other pressed his point: "like a Dacha, more than a cottage orné," and he suddenly seized his companion by the shoulders, provoking more pained groans: "that's what it was, right here, the Hotel, and we admired the view of that hill before entering! don't you remember anything?" and the other winced at the voice interrogating him when it was no use, "just the hill," he mumbled, "we need to go there?" and the slightly older one asked: "why? what's there?" but the other rose to his feet, unsteadily. using his new friend's shoulder for support, then let go and started stumbling in the direction of the great rounded hill, as though drawn there by some invisible force, and his companion reluctantly decided to follow, as there was really no other option – at least two would have more chance of survival that one, alone in this empty landscape; and the eyes of the watchers on the hill followed their movements and sent word back to the Cavern that there were Strangers in the valley, and they were coming this way!