You know, that aware-but-puzzled look, as if they are thinking 'I don't understand, I was just on my way to pick up my pension and started to have chest pains and now suddenly I appear to be lying here wearing a nappy, surrounded by enormous people staring down at me with goofy expressions, in a house I have never seen before, and every time I open my mouth to ask someone what's going on the only sound that comes out is a sort of wailing'.
My DS2 was definitely reincarnated.