"I'm seeing her." Martin's seeing her, even interacting with her to an extent. He cooks, he putters around the house doing things that need doing. Sometimes more than once when he's forgot he did that thing. She's supportive, kind. Her voice always seems to be coming through a haze, distorted. Her face is wrong. It's not the Sasha that he remembers, but why would it be? The Not Them took her face, her voice. It's just been more on his mind of late.

He takes another sip from his glass. "Gerry comes by. You don't need to worry, Tim. We carry on."