"Yeah, he was sort of... a little more coherent than I thought I'd be," she admits, then pours the water into the teapot, turning back to Chris as she lets it brew. Tea always makes her think of Marshall, of sitting in their kitchen long after their parents had gone to bed, talking about all the weird shit that was going on in their lives. It makes her miss him.

"I remember everything," she says, glancing up toward the cupboard before she opens it to get some mugs. "Like... everything. You coming in and trying to help me and the paramedics. It was weird, I could hear it and see it all, but I couldn't move."