"Oh, wow," Chrissy says, her eyes widening a little as the TV turns on. Even with what he's just said, she isn't expecting the picture to be so crisp, the colors so vivid. Of course, unusual as it is, it's the least strange thing about this entire situation, but it's sort of nice to be able, for a moment, to focus on something as utterly basic as what TVs look like and what shows play. "That really is way better."

It should feel more uncomfortable than it does, sitting here on Eddie's couch. There's some awkwardness, sure, but Chrissy figures that's really just her and the fact that she has no idea what to do or say now. They haven't exactly spent a lot of time together before. They might never have spoken again at all if she hadn't thought she was having some kind of nervous breakdown, and there's something kind of sad about that.

"What's your favorite thing to watch?" she asks suddenly, curious. It seems like a good enough place to start, something to talk about that has nothing to do with what happened to her.