I remember. Rita felt awful. The photos sucked.

[Halloween was real. Good, he remembered. It's impossible to compose himself when he thinks about Clarke's double lying to him, about what his double must've done, but at least now he's grounded enough to know what's relevant.]

Don't beat yourself up over it. I didn't figure out she wasn't you, either. [More importantly - ] How are you feeling? Anything missing?

[If she died, she could be taxed.]