[If he wanted to do something with his hands, he could tear up napkins, paper towels, other things. But, she wasn't going to read his mind unless he wanted her to.

The question gives her pause. She doesn't want to make him upset, but they need to get to the bottom of this.]

Depending on the block of time missing from your memory: getting me drunk at my apartment. Going to Walt Disney World, drinking at Walt Disney World...us spending time together. [Her voice goes soft there, showing some vulnerability before an idea hits.]

Is it possible you were taken by the Commission, or one of their men hit you with something to tamper with your mind? Maybe, did something to you, then made you forget what they did to cover their tracks?

[She doesn't know, but fuck it, after all they've been through, could it really be outside the realm of possibility?]