And no one is telling me anything. It’s weird, guys. I get mad, and I black out? I get stressed and I black out? Then the next thing I know? I walk up and everyone around me is five miles away with terrified faces?
Fuck, Alan had a bruise on his neck? I checked them and the marks fit my hands….
I’ve had the hardest time figuring out why no one is telling you what you need to know. In your old universe, Christina died during childbirth, and the baby did not make it. You went on a killing rampage, gassing an entire hospital building while lighting many people’s houses on fire. You killed a little girl’s family.
You then proceeded to murder in cold blood one person, and then the Father took care of the rest.
Plot erased your memories at the request of your wife, and now it’s coming to bite them in the ass. It would appear you’re suffering from some form of DID. Good luck.
W-What? Sh-She died? And my little b-baby? But that’s impossible! Why are they here next to me now cause then it doesn’t make sense? Unless they brought her back to life?
Christina, why would you hide this from me? I could have gotten help! I could have healed. Hang on, I have to calm down.