There aren't that many "fictionals" on the island, and I have an eidetic memory. It's not terribly difficult to keep track of them all.

[He's walking brisking, but absentmindedly. His attentions and his focus, however obliquely, remain solidly on Clara.] Yes, they did. I still have an apartment, actually. With a lovely chap that happens to be the anthropomorphic representation of the country of England.

[He has long since forgotten that this is an unusual person to have as a roommate.] I can usually park her anywhere, but it's still occasionally safer to park her in my apartment.