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My throat! My neck!

Uhhh!

-Okay. -Okay.

I've been folding this very nicely and stacking it up, and it--

- Hey. - Look.

Hey, hey, are we playing with the socks, or are we folding them?

-'Cause this is not folding the sock. -Folding.

No, these are the leaf people.

-The leaf people, huh? -Mm-hmm.

Okay, um…

can you tell me about the leaf people?

Yeah, there's teeny, tiny people who live in the tree.

- Oh, like fairies. - They are not fairies!

Oh! Sorry about that. Can the leaf people help us fold?

They don't have hands. They're leaves. Duh!

- Ah! The "people" part confused me. - They can only fly and go poopy.

- No poopy talk. - But that's how they fly.

-You okay, babe? -Yeah.

Mommy, I'm helping Daddy.

-He's helping me out. -Yeah. I see that.

Did you have any soup?

Ugh. Mm-hm.

No, I can't do it.

You can come get it.

- I'll get it! - Hey, come here! You can't go in there!

- I want to see her. - You can't right now, okay?

You hurt me.

No, no, no. Come here.

I don't like you.

Do me a favor? Can you talk to Mommy?

Can you keep her company while I go get the tray?

No.

-Huh? -I don't want to.

Just sit there, okay?

Please be good.

You're not my favorite!

No. We love Daddy.

You look like a witch from the book.

The Good Witch?

No. The witch that goes in the oven.

Do you know-- Do you have a glove on your hand?

Thanks, babe.

Mommy, let's watch a show.

Not now, Beetle Bug.

Did you know infinity never ends?

Yeah.

How does that work?

It just…

keeps going.

Now I know my five senses.

Tasting, feeling, the ear one.

Dad, I don't know how to do it.

It's okay. It's seeing and…

- Dad. - What's the nose one?

-Dad. Smelling. -Smelling, that's right.

You sit back here.

- Can you put on these? - Yeah.

Do me a favor, okay?

I'm gonna talk to Mommy for a minute.

Okay? And you gotta keep folding.

-Dad, can you put on these gloves? -Yeah, sure.

You know what? Give me a mask too.

-Please. -Okay.

You okay?

Hey, listen, um…

I love you.

And I love you.

But you look really, really bad right now.

Yeah, I heard.

Witchy.

You aren't eating.

Are you drinking, at least?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, listen, I think it's time. It's time that we went to the hospital.

I know we thought you were on the upswing, but now, I'm looking at you,

it seems this is getting worse.

What if you need an IV?

I can't give you an IV.

You know, you should be where there are medical people…

and there's a whole bunch of beeping machines

that are gonna warn us if something is wrong because what if something…?

What if something is really wrong?

I don't want to die alone in a hospital.

I don't want you to die in that bedroom.

Look, I want to be here.

Okay?

I want the sounds of home…

not machines.

Oh, God.

I have to sleep now.

- What are those? - Galaxy balls!

- Where did you get 'em? - By Mommy's soup.

I'm shooing them into infinity!

Drop those and come over here and wash your hands!

No! Why?

Remember, Mommy is very sick.

Let's bring her ice cream.

No, Mommy is off limits.

We can't touch her or her crackers or anything else that she's touched.

She has sick germs.

Can I see the germs?

No, they're inside her, but don't worry

because the antibodies are fighting them away.

Like Auntie Lisa.

Uh-huh, yeah.

- What should we have for lunch? - Ice cream!

Hope you're hanging in there, kid.

Crazy times. I can't believe they still got us locked up like this.

I mean, it's unconstitutional if you ask me.

Hi, honey. It's Mom.

I just wanted to make sure you saw the thing I sent about vitamin C.

- Anne-Marie should be doubling up on it. - I'm leaving a message.

What's the deal? You want me to call Bill Motley for you?

You know, I don't like asking for favors and owing people anything.

If he needs a lawyer, I can probably help since I was a paralegal.

You were a secretary at a law firm for five seconds in the '70s.

Anyway, call us back. We'll see what we can do.

Oh, check your email. I sent you a coupon for a virtual tour at the zoo.

I guess they've been struggling.

Those poor animals, they must really miss all the visitors. Bye!

Hey, Mabel.

Oh, shit! Sorry. I thought it was gonna be Trevor.

No, he's napping. Um…

what's with the look?

Oh, my virtual dance class was '80s theme today, so…

-Mmm! -I worked my shit out to the Go-Go's.

- The Go-Go's! - I went-went.

Oh, Jesus.

Did you see Mom's latest email

about the importance of a plant-based diet?

God fuck us, if they become vegans, they're gonna outlive us both.

Shit. Sorry.

It's all right.

So how's, um… Anne-Marie?

Oh! She's really fucking bad.

Oh, no.

Like bad bad, and…

I can't do anything to-to make it better.

And you know, we…

God, we picked Mom and Dad…

to take Trevor if, God forbid, you know?

Mom and Dad.

But we never made that formal.

You know, we never made anything like that formal, and…

I'm the contracts guy, Lisa.

And contracts are my department.

I-- I feel like I'm failing all over the place.

Everyone is right now.

- Daddy! - Hey, hey, buddy.

Come over here and say hi to Auntie Lisa.

-Hi. -Oh, hello, Franklin.

I'm not Franklin. I'm Trevor.

Okay. Well, you really look like a Franklin, so…

Is Mommy better?

Um…

Not yet, buddy.

Not yet. She's still really sick.