[ She doesn't ask about his life before. It's better that way. He closes the window and sits back in the chair, scenarios like this playing out in his head, invoicing people, scheduling them for oil changes, inspections, making calls... ]

If you're asking about whatever I am, that doesn't seem to be a piece to the Pines puzzle. If you're asking about this place, or some random on the street I say hi to without even thinking, then, I'm remembering. Constantly. [ He's deathly aware of the camera on them. Don't talk about your life before. ]