"Interesting's one word for it," Sam says wryly. He isn't sure it's the one he'd use, but even that, he thinks, he'd take over this. At least the two of them had been together, his dad there, too. It wouldn't have been a great life, but it would have been bearable. Of course, he'd have never wanted to raise a kid in an environment like that, and he can't imagine willing Jordan into nonexistence, but for all that it had been harrowing, it was nothing he couldn't deal with. This feels like a different story.

Even listening to Andrea talk about the things she does remember, though it's good to have some clarity on that front, is painfully difficult. There's so much else, and while some of it is obvious, it's not like it would make any difference, not a case of just jogging her memory or some shit like that. Any response he could give gets cut off by Jordan, anyway, a whine in her throat and little eyes filling with tears. All he can do is hope that he can keep her calm until they're out of the cab, even if he suspects that's the source of her distress. "Shh, hey, it's okay," he says quietly, attention briefly turned away from Andrea, until he glances up to offer an explanation. "She's never been in a car before."