Marshall stretched out on Kate's other side. She was watching him in the darkness. "Remember when we were kids and we thought Mom was just being silly?" he asked her.

"Yeah," she replied. Even if it was just vaguely. She remembered being clued in to how things weren't quite all right at a relatively early age. "But... Now I'm actually worried about her. Something's going on."

Marshall stared at the ceiling. "You think Dad should lock her up."

She sighed, reaching back for Bod's hand so she could pull his arm over her waist. "I think you can't keep doing the same thing, hoping for a different result."