Noah: I don't remember your birthday last year, or what we did for our anniversary or Christmas for I don't know how many years.
Claudia: That's ridiculous. We went to Big Sur.
Noah: No, we always wanted to go to Big Sur.
Claudia: We did, I remember.
Noah: No, baby, we didn't. I took this picture on your last good day. Stiles refused to leave your side.
Claudia: I was sick, but I started getting better.
Noah: You were your self all day. Stiles had his mom back, and I had my wife back.
Claudia: The medication had started to work.
Noah: Stiles couldn't stop talking about school, all the trouble he'd gotten into. He tried so hard to stay awake, and when he finally fell asleep, it was in your arms.
Claudia: The doctors couldn't explain it. We started making plans, started dreaming again.
Noah: We just sat together and watched each other. We didn't need to talk, and when you finally closed your eyes.
Claudia: I was myself again.
Noah: I knew you were gone.