Lavender

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Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

Olly olly oxen

free.

Can I help you?

It's your brother

and his family, they're uh...

What?

Are you done yet?

No, sweetie.

Are you done now?

Soon, I promise.

You said this would be fun.

I know. I know.

You load the fridge downstairs?

Mmmhmm.

Did you?

I said yes.

Three, two, one.

Alright, go!

I'm so glad you two are

working things out.

He's so good with her.

Not too bad on the eyes,

either.

Yeah, he's a rock star when

he's not screwing his clients.

Joke.

Uh oh, almost!

Yay!

Candy!

It's all mine!

Can you take her, honey?

I'm running late.

Come on, we talked about this.

About what?

Rough sakes.

What?

Jane, I got a jobs

at ten and two.

I've got an interview

with the "times".

Fine. I'll take her to school

but you need to pick her up.

Fine.

No doughnuts.

Are you guys getting

a divorce?

No.

Of course not.

Marnie's parents are

getting divorced.

Yeah, sweetie,

you're not marnie.

You guys fight.

Hey, kiddo.

You're passive-aggressive.

Did mom tell you that?

No.

Sweetie, your mother and i

love each other very much.

We always will.

But... sometimes people

make mistakes.

I'm not the easiest

to deal with, alright?

Your work has been centered

on these old houses

for quite some time.

What's the fascination?

My parents died in an accident

when I was quite young.

Uh...

No, that's fine.

I uh, I don't actually remember

a thing about them.

But it feels like forgetting

something you know is important.

You just have no idea

what it was.

I've become fascinated

by these empty vessels

that once housed such life.

I want to go to work

with daddy.

Carpentry is dangerous.

But this is so boring.

The houses are like epitaphs.

They're glimpses

into lives once lived.

Echoes of the people

who once lived there.

Is that it? Nope.

Is that it?

Of course not, stupid.

Who were they?

Where did they go?

Are they still alive?

What did they leave behind?

So what have you left behind?

Uh...

I'll tell you what.

How about we stop at bj's

on the way home?

Wow, turning down ice cream?

This must be serious.

Mom?

Mom, what is it?

Mom, you're scaring me!

Hello?

It's ok, you know.

It is.

Is this yours?

What's your name?

That's my mommy.

No.

No.

I said no!

Alice!

Alice!

Ali!

I was calling for you.

I know. That's why I came.

I still expect to go

for ice cream.

Come on.

Hi, county archives please?

Yeah, I'd uh...

Like to order the property

record for 1268...

Ok.

Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

Olly

olly oxen free

honey.

You startled me.

What are you doing?

I wet the bed.

Hey, it's ok.

It happens to the best of us.

No it doesn't.

Even daddy does

when he drinks too much.

Come on.

Let's go.

Are you alright?

Oh my gosh.

Jane.

I'm so sorry.

Come on, that's the second

time this week.

I know, I know, I know.

I can be there in

twenty minutes, ok?

You know what? Never mind.

I'll get her.

No. I'll leave right away,

i swear.

Fine.

I'll call the school.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

I'm sorry, who?

Alice, I can't hear you.

I can't hear a word, honey.

She wants you to come back.

Five... four... three... two...

Olly olly oxen free.

You need to come back.

Jane?

Jane?

Jane.

Thank god.

Jane?

Mommy?

There's been a mistake.

You had an accident.

I don't know you.

It's not funny.

Doctor!

I don't know either of you.

Can we get a doctor in here?

What's wrong with her?

Where am I?

Hey, why are you here?

My mom went crazy.

She's not crazy,

she just has a secret.

Although the injuries she

sustained in the accident

were quite minor

they appear to have aggravated a

very severe, but older, injury.

Ok.

Jane?

Yeah.

Doctor Michaels asked me

if I would speak with you.

Ok.

I'm Liam.

I'm the on-call psychiatrist.

I don't need a shrink.

Well, Jane, I can help.

I can help stimulate the

recovery of your memory...

If you let me.

You see these sine lines?

They're remnants

from an old trauma,

twenty years or more.

Your wife's skull was fractured

in seven places.

Scar tissue can impede

long-term memory,

kind of like a splinter

in the brain,

waiting for the body

to push it out.

You're mistaken.

And...?

Her memory could

snap right back.

But I have to warn you,

it could take months.

I once had a patient who had to

re-learn the English language.

It might even explain

your fascination

with photographing old houses,

Mrs. reyer.

I'm tired.

Sure. Yeah.

Another time then.

Maybe spend some time

with your family, Mrs. reyer.

I think it'll do them

as much good as you.

Retten.

I'm sorry.

Reyer was my maiden name.

Yes it was.

Your memory is

improving already.

Look, once she gets back

into familiar surroundings

her condition will

likely improve.

Hey.

Are you alright?

Yeah.

That's good.

Do you remember me now?

Of course.

Some things are still fuzzy

but it's getting better.

As long as you remember

what matters most.

Look, I'm gonna get her home

and uh, fed,

but we'll be back tomorrow,

alright?

Ok.

Love you.

And no doughnuts!

I'm not sure why I said that.

The brain is a remarkable thing.

It can... it can re-wire itself,

repair itself.

Even create false memories

to protect us.

That's why we must treat the

cause, not just the symptom.

Very good.

Is there a heaven?

Uh, I don't know.

I'd like to think so.

Then there's a hell.

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