Daryl is the last thing she wants to think about tonight, especially after he'd yelled at her the other day, but she draws in a deep breath, holds it there for a second, then lets it out slowly as she nods. "Yeah," she says. "Yeah, he's back. It's been a little while now, a couple of weeks, but I... it's been weird. He's different."

She's quiet for a moment, chewing on her lower lip as she thinks about the situation, about what she should even say about it. Nate knows the world she comes from, how bad it really was, how scary, and he's believed all of that without batting an eye. She thinks he'll believe all this, too, but that doesn't make it sound any less crazy when she starts to consider the words in her head.

"He doesn't remember bein' here," she says quietly. "He showed up in the park, he'd been shot, and I thought... I dunno what I thought. That he'd been missin' or somethin' and I asked where he'd been, but he didn't understand. Later, after I got him to the hospital, I realized he didn't remember Darrow at all. He's from later, too, from... from way after when I died. When he got here and saw me, it must've been so scary for him. Like seein' a ghost." She takes another deep breath, then looks at Nate. "But all the stuff that happened here? He doesn't know it. Me and him... that never happened. I didn't know how to tell him, but he found out anyway and he shouted at me and I haven't seen him since then."