Lavender

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