[It's definitely a lot comfier than the old lab - Stan probably teased him for it when they first moved in, about how of course Ford couldn't have left anything comfortable down there where HE was working in the basement. Now though, he just claims a chair near Ford's end of the couch.]

Yeah, it's gotta be. They, uh. They had these red and black blotches all over...it looked real bad and I was talking to some doctor who said they weren't gonna make it. I couldn't even get near 'em without catching it.

[He didn't even hang around long, but the image is seared into his memory now, of the kids' parents sick and suffering. There's regret in there, the knowledge that he must not have been able to say goodbye before they passed.]

You were coming too. I knew I had back up coming but you were gonna be late. Can't remember why. Might've been bad weather or something? So...I was alone with the kids for the night. Ford, they couldn't've been more than three or four. They were so little...

[He glances down at his hands, as though he's still supposed to be holding them even now.]