Sympathetic, he reached into the cave. I touched his hand and cupped his warm fingertips in mine. The cold pain of entrapment was quickly replaced with a feeling like warm honey all over my skin, and I laughed with relief, all tension exorcised in exhale. I'm not alone.

"My name's Carl, by the way."
"Um, I don't remember my name," I said.

Somehow, I had lost my identity when I fell into the cave.  Yet, Carl seemed familiar, as if I had once known him.  Holding his hand from within the cold darkness, I began to feel familiar to myself.  Some faint, indigo tendril of knowing passed back and forth between us, but I could not tell who owned it or who it was for.