Christine hurries over and takes Dean's hand in both of hers while the cook squawks that she just cleaned her hand and now she's gone and made it bloody again. But Christine pays her no heed and instead she squeezes Dean's hand all the more. Let his blood coat her skin if it will, though she's sure it's all dried by now and only leaving flakes behind.

"Why don't you tell me of your home, of Kansas. You see, I've remembered."