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Think back
to an early memory.

What do you remember?

Was it something incredible
you saw?

A distinct smell? A sound?

Or was it a feeling?

Joy? Sadness?

Fear?

Dad?

Where'd you go?

When we experience something,

neurons in our brains
are activated.

The memory is recorded.

But if we don't reactivate
the memory,

the synapses gradually weaken.

Over time, memories fade.

Just as easily
as the brain remembers,

it also forgets.

If we don't take the time
to revisit our memories,

write them down,
care for them,

we might wake up one day
to find they've wilted away.

Open up.

Wyatt got shot.

Good to see you, Doc.

Okay. Um... hi.

Well, it's a flesh wound.

So, um, uh, a few stitches,

and then you'll all be
on your way.

How's the new carburetor
on your bike?

The choke heating up
the engine fast enough?

Yeah. Uh, I do not have to
coax it to start anymore.

Good, good.

And your next tune-up's
on me.

All right?
Just bring in your bike.

I'll even throw in
a new suspension.

Last time I checked,
you were due for an upgrade.

I appreciate it, Wyatt.
I do.

I'm afraid to ask--
How is the other guy?

It's not what you think.

I was cleaning my gun.

I sometimes get this tremor

and I accidentally pulled
the trigger.

- Tell me about this tremor.
- It's nothing.

It's probably
from riding long distances.

I'm right as rain.

You're right.

I mean, probably there's
nothing to worry about,

but I did just go on ahead and
pull your own bullet out of you.

So why don't you just come in
to Bronx General?

We'll run some tests.

We'll call it an abundance
of caution.

No. I'm good.

You say "gunshot"
in a hospital,

cops descend like vultures.

There's a reason
we come straight to you.

What gunshot?

Look, when the engine
on my bike died,

you ran a full diagnostic.

You ordered a part
and you fixed it in a few days.

A neuro exam is my diagnostic.

It'll help us figure out what,
if anything, is going on.

No cops.

This is good tea.

Begonia?

Uh, it's rose hips,
but similar flavor profile.

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I'm-a see what it do
when it's too much ♪

♪ I'm-a see what it do
when it's too much ♪

♪ Yeah, it can all go away ♪

♪ It can all go away,
just shut your eyes ♪

♪ It can all go away ♪

♪ It can all go away,
just shut your eyes ♪

♪ It can all go away ♪

♪ It can all go away,
just shut your eyes ♪

♪ It can all go away ♪
- Van.

♪ It can all go away ♪

♪ Just shut your eyes,
it can all go away ♪

- Van.
- Oh, hey. Good morning, Ericka.

- Bad news.
- What?

- Emily's back.
- Who's Emily?

Emily. Hi. I'm Dr. Wolf.

Why are you holding a plant?

Oh, uh, this is Gertrude.
She is a resurrection fern.

She looks dead to me.

She's not dead.

She's... just a little sick.

Are you treating me
or Gertrude?

Well, uh, lucky for you,
I can multitask.

And judging
by your weight alone,

you seem perfectly healthy
to me.

Well, most of the time she is.

But this morning,
she was on her iPad,

and the next thing we know, she
was on the floor, not breathing.

Yeah.
From what we've gathered,

it appears
that when she gets too excited,

it triggers seizures.
- But not all the time.

We took her to Taylor Swift
and she was fine.

- Uh, Taylor...?
-"Love Story."

-"Bad Blood."
-"Shake It Off."

Uh, you all need to calm down.

Also one of her songs.

Are you sure you're
not a secret Swiftie?

I don't know what that is.

And yet I'm certain
I'm not one.

Uh, if you would excuse us.
One second.

We've treated Emily
multiple times.

The episodes are recurring.
She collapses...

EEGs, MRIs,
every lab you can imagine.

Everything's normal.
- We've tried her

on oxcarbazepine, carbamazepine,
topiramate. Nothing works.

Okay. Describe the episodes
for me in detail.

- Um...
- Well...

We haven't actually seen
one of Emily's seizures.

And yet you've
prescribed medication?

- Well, Dr. Porter suggested--
- Who? Oh, yes.

I remember. The attending who
left to go work for Big Pharma.

Seems like he was
really invested in his patients.

I think we've established that
I do things a bit differently.

So spend time with Emily,
provoke the episode,

evaluate, diagnose,
then treat--

in that order.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

- Good morning, Doctor.
- Oh. Doctor.

There's a group
of rather intimidating men

wearing leather jackets in the
waiting room looking for you.

- That must be Wyatt.
- Friend of yours?

Uh, no. My patient.
And my mechanic.

- Is he in a gang?
- If by "gang,"

you mean a group
of distinguished gentleman

who share
a passionate enthusiasm

for motorcycle riding,
then yes, he's in a gang.

Called the Hudson Riders.

You know what?
Don't worry about it.

Try misting that.
Usually does the trick.

I know. I took her into
the shower with me this morning.

Dad's tip.

That, and some quality time.

Speaking of which,

I'd really like
to catch up outside of work.

How about a nice lunch?

Oh, it's a busy week.

Many patients.
- Come on.

It's been months
since we've had one-on-one time.

I'll bring bagels
and cream cheese...

Russ & Daughters?

You just let me know
when works.

How long have you noticed
the tremor?

Tremor?
Is that what he told you?

No.

Wyatt didn't shoot himself
because of a tremor.

He shot himself because
he forgot his gun was loaded.

Yeah. About a month ago,

he started repeating stories,
you know, jokes.

Then it got worse
in the last two weeks.

So what?
I forgot a few things.

By "a few things," you mean?

Well, let's just say we have
nine air fryers in our basement

because he keeps forgetting
he already ordered one.

I like to make chicken nuggets.

By the time
the third air fryer showed up,

I mean,
I knew something was off.

Okay.
Um, anything else unusual?

All right, I get
these headaches sometimes.

I'm-- I'm more tired
than usual.

Things that happen to everyone.

Babe, I don't get
why you're so scared.

Because she's concerned
about you, Wyatt.

And she wants to make sure
you're okay.

I'm sure you would do
the same thing for Rosie.

Uh, let's,
uh, get you into a brain MRI

and we'll see what it reveals.

Any chance you take walk-ins?

Um, Maya forgot her soccer bag.
- Hm.

You're still taking her
to practice, remember?

Yep, I remember.

I assume this is a bad time
to resume our conversation.

Depends. Which one?

The one you've been avoiding.

Any decisions?

Morris...

Oh. Hey, Wolf.
It's, uh...

Morris. I'd recognize
that voice anywhere.

How's the genomic testing?
- Yeah. Good.

Yeah, we just got funding
for testing on mice at Irving.

Amazing.

Well, if you ever clone your
wife successfully, let me know,

because the world definitely
could use multiple Carols.

Sorry.
This cannot be replicated.

Yeah, she's one of one.

I'll let you guys
get back to work.

Well, it's nice to see Morris.

Still not nice to see Morris?

This is upsetting for me.

Couples counseling's
not helping?

Oh, psychiatrists make
the worst patients.

You have been married
for 15 years,

together for, what, 20?

That has to mean
more than one mistake.

Mnh-mnh. Nope.
I'm not taking advice

from a man holding a dead plant.
- Okay, it's not dead and--

Code red. MRI. Third floor.
Code red. MRI. Third floor.

Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!

- Get your hands off me!
- Hey, hey!

Whoa, whoa! Wyatt. Wyatt. Hey.
Hey, Wyatt, this is your doctor.

It's Dr. Nash.
Hey, hey, hey, look at me.

Look at me. You're okay.
Breathe.

Breathe.

What happened after the MRI?

I don't know.
I got disoriented.

I thought the cops
were shaking me down

with that flashlight
in the eyes.

Hey, how's the kid doing?
- Uh, nothing but a bruised ego.

Dr. Nash will be fine.
- That's right, Mr. James.

Right now you're
our biggest concern.

What we detected here
is a tumor extending into

and obstructing your brain's
third ventricle,

causing a buildup
of cerebrospinal fluid

and growing
into critical structures.

Fortunately, these types
of tumors

are likely benign,
not cancerous.

I can remove it.
- So he'll get better?

Stop forgetting?

Unfortunately, it's
more complicated than that.

That's right.

The tumor is invading areas
of your brain

where memories are made.

That's
why you've been so forgetful.

Resecting the tumor
will save your life,

if I can get it all.

But it could also do
greater damage to those areas.

You may likely lose the ability
to form new memories.

It is a high-risk procedure.

Anterograde amnesia is
the best-case scenario here.

Okay, will
he still remember me?

Yes. The memories
he already has,

the ones that make him
who he is today--

they should be safe.

And if I don't want to get
the surgery,

how long do I have?
- As the tumor grows

and the pressure
from the fluid increases...

could be weeks.

Months, if we're lucky.

- How soon can he remove it?
- As soon as you're ready, Wyatt.

Immediately
would be my recommendation.

Wyatt...

I know this comes
as a complete shock,

and I know that
it will impact your day-to-day,

your livelihood,

but it does not have to ruin
your entire life.

You'll still be
able to fix bikes.

And I can help you at the shop.

Are you not hearing the doctors?
- Mm.

You're gonna be okay.
You can live.

We can still do all the things
we wanted to do.

Go to the Grand Canyon.
Northern lights.

Tuscany.
- Oh, honey.

Why go to those places
if I can't even remember them?

I'll help you.
I'll be your memory.

Oh, and end up resenting me?
No, thanks.

I don't want a babysitter
every second of every day

for the rest of my life.

I have no interest in living
a life that I can't remember.

He's refusing the surgery.
For Wyatt,

losing the ability
to form new memories

is a fate worse than death.

Well, it's a lot to digest.

I'm worried that
his tumor may be impeding him

from making a sound
medical decision.

Well, say no more.
I'll do a psych eval,

make sure he has capacity.
- Thank you.

Dr. Wolf.
Emily's parents want to see you.

We're really trying
to get to the bottom of it.

Hi.
You wanted to see me?

Your interns have been trying
to provoke our daughter

to have a seizure for hours.

They've done everything from
flashing lights into her face,

to doing backflips
in front of her.

- The backflips were impressive.
- Thank you.

Yeah, uh,
none of it is working.

Right. These things are
incredibly complex.

They take time.

Yeah,
but these episodes are scary

and waiting around
while you try to cause one,

it's traumatizing.
- I understand.

Um, nobody wants to see
you scared,

but in order for us to
better understand her condition,

observing her brain's
uncontrolled electrical activity

while it's happening,

that's gonna give us
the most insight

into how we can manage
or prevent any more seizures.

I am asking you to trust us

so that we can get to
the bottom of this and--

and help your daughter
feel better.

Can you tell us again exactly
what led up to her last episode?

Uh, it was early.
Like, 7:15 in the morning?

Yeah, Emily was in her room

on her iPad
doing her math homework.

Mm-hmm.

Really? Emily, were you...

You were just up bright
and early doing homework?

I wasn't doing homework.

I was watching
The Three Stooges.

My parents banned screen time
till my grades got up.

But what can I say?
I'm a sucker for slapstick.

- Me too.
- The Three who?

Larry, Curly, Moe. The...

Nothing?

Look who doesn't know
pop culture now.

Emily, what do you say we
show these dilettantes

a thing or two about
classic comedy, huh?

Who's your favorite Stooge?
I'm partial to Curly myself.

Hands down. No one does
physical comedy better.

Just look at him.

Cotton!

Emily? Emily.

Emily?
- Van!

Um, uh, she's not breathing.

Neither is Van.
But I feel a pulse.

There's no pulse.

- I'm getting the pads.
- Wait, wait. Just wait.

Give it five seconds.
This will run its course.

It has before.

We need to call a code.

Emily?

- Van.
- Okay.

He's coming back.

Slowly. You okay?

Yeah.

- How are your vitals?
- They're fine. I just--

I didn't eat anything today,
so I was light-headed.

We're not done talking
about this.

Um, Mr. and Mrs. Madden.

Um, I owe you an apology
on behalf

of my predecessor,
Dr. Porter.

He gave you a misdiagnosis.

It turns out Emily
isn't suffering from seizures

or reflexive epilepsy.

But when something makes
her laugh very hard,

her heart slows
until it stops entirely.

It was never neurological.

She has laughter-induced
heart block.

The good news is that this
gives us a much clearer idea

about what's causing
her episodes,

and we can take actions
to prevent a collapse,

or, worse,
a malignant arrhythmia.

We can focus on a course
of treatment now.

I'd like you
to hang tight for a little bit.

We'll keep Emily here
for observation

until we can come up with
a reliable solution.

- Thank you.
- My pleasure.

I'll be back with you soon.

I don't want to tell
Emily's parents

that she can't laugh
for the rest of her life.

So let's come up with
a permanent fix soon.

Dude, what the hell happened
in there?

Can we just not talk about it,
Dana?

Yeah, come on, Van.

You know you always freak out
with patients.

Meanwhile, I nearly
got choked out today,

barely flinched.
It's cool, though.

You're a delicate flower.
- You know, if you ask Wolf,

he would say that
most flora are very resilient.

Hmm.

Are you familiar with
the concept of plant memory?

Yeah, I thought
you'd never ask.

It's the mechanism by which
a plant can retain information

through experienced stimuli--

through its roots,
its leaves, its flowers.

Helps them to adapt to
new environments and stay alive.

You think a 12-year-old girl
could do the same thing?

I see you've introduced
John Doe to your plant.

Thank you.

I did the psych eval
on Wyatt James.

I didn't know you were
affiliated with a biker gang.

I'm not affiliated.
Just...

they fix my bike in exchange
for medical treatment.

We barter.
- Barter?

Well, the man is well aware of
the risks of refusing surgery.

There's no signs of confusion.

Wolf, he has capacity
to make this decision.

I had to discharge him.

But we can save his life.

Well, maybe he doesn't want

the kind of life
we can give him.

Imagine waking up
every morning,

no idea what happened
the day before,

let alone 10 minutes ago.

Does that sound like a life
to you?

Depends on the day.

If you were in Wyatt's shoes,

what would you want
your last memory to be?

Mm. Easy.

Me, Morris, and Maya.

A mess of Italian food.

Good wine, good laughs.

Well, that sounds like
a memory worth fighting for.

You know, as much
as it would hurt

to never make
another memory with them,

at least they'd get to make
new memories with me.

Oh, look at you,

making house calls
like an old-timey doctor.

Well, except on my bike.

Not a horse.

I'm purging.

Make things easier on Rosie
after I'm gone.

Hey, you want my copy

of "Zen and the Art of
Motorcycle Maintenance"?

No.
You'll miss it.

Doc, I'm not letting you
cut open my head.

If I wake up tomorrow
and I can't remember a thing,

it's because I had too much
of a good time the night before.

I'm not here to convince you,
Wyatt.

I'm just here to talk it out.

My mom had dementia.

Forgot everyone,
including her own kids.

It's a terrible disease.

But this isn't that.

Well, some days it feels
like it is.

These past few months,
it feels like I'm living

a game of Whac-A-Mole.

Things are there
just one second,

and the next, they're gone.

I walk into a room
and I have no idea

where I came from
or even why I'm there.

It's not easy on me,

but it's way harder on Rosie.

It's like a thick fog comes in
at night.

I can't think clearly.

It feels
like I could lose everything...

...and be left out on my own
in limbo.

For a few seconds,
I'm... stuck.

I don't want to be trapped
for the rest of my life.

I wouldn't want that either.

Then I guess we talked it out.

Do you mind if I ask
the significance?

It's the date
my daughter was born-- Hailey.

Best damn day of my life.

I haven't seen her in years.

My fault, not hers.

Messy split with her mom.

God, I wish I could
turn back the clock.

Don't we all.

But we can't move backwards.

We can't unmake every mistake.

We can only move forward.

Wyatt, getting this surgery will
mean the people who love you,

maybe even Hailey one day,

will still be able to make
memories with you.

Oliver.
Moment of your time.

You missed the staff meeting.

I was with a patient.

Wyatt James,
I'm assuming?

I saw
he's scheduled for surgery.

You changed his mind.
- He changed his mind.

And you just happened
to be at his house?

You want to give me
a big speech now

about how house calls are
against hospital protocol?

I hadn't prepared one,
but I'm happy to improvise.

Or I'll just bite my tongue
and say

that I'm glad your mechanic
made the right choice.

Yeah.

Didn't he?

Removing the tumor
will prevent Wyatt

from making any new memories.

I came up with a plan
to help him adapt.

But [sighs] what if that's
too great a cruelty?

What if it's a gift?

Now is when you choose
to be an optimist?

Not all memories are
worth revisiting.

Oh, Olly, look at this.

It's a resurrection fern.

Oh! See?

It's dry. Feel it.

Without water,
it can go dormant

until the rain returns,

and then it'll rise from
its little sedimentary grave.

They're survivors.

Just like us.

You know, in Japanese culture,
ferns represent family.

The leaves are stronger
together,

protecting
and supporting each other.

Dana, how quickly can you
find someone on the Internet?

How quickly can you say
the name?

Afternoon, Jenny.
A-Team ready for a craniotomy?

Tell Randall to prep the O.R.
Scrubbing in 20.

- Doctor, the patient isn't--
- How we doing, Mr. James?

I can't find him anywhere.

When you said, "Let's
make one last memory,"

you didn't say
we were gonna get toasted.

Best doctor I've ever had.
- Don't get too excited.

Your daughter tends bar here.

Are you serious?
A heads-up would have been nice.

It was a game-time decision,
Wyatt.

I figured before you lose the
ability to make new memories,

you might want to remember
a reunion with Hailey.

Yeah?

It's for you.

Hello?

You better have
a damn good explanation

why you're within arm's reach
of a pre-op patient

who left the hospital
against medical advice

and without authorization.
- I authorized it.

Wyatt has some things

he needs to take care of
before the surgery.

So you took him
without notifying anyone?

Where the hell are you?!

Um, at a roadside establishment

called The Rock Pile Bar
and Nightclub.

You took him to a bar?

Yeah, well, look, there's
a method to my madness, Carol.

Wolf,
get Wyatt back here now!

I will, just as soon
as we take care of this thing.

Okay? I love you. Bye.

- Wolf?
- Where is he?

You guys seriously want to put
a 12-year-old on beta-blockers

for the rest of her life?

They're non-invasive.

They're also proven
to work in similar cases

by reducing the abnormal
neurocardiogenic reflex.

I take them for anxiety,
and I am thriving.

Along with
increasing her fluids and salt,

could work.
- Van's got a point.

Parents just want
their kids to be happy.

I mean, imagine
if Emily was your daughter.

Would you want her to spend
the rest of her life on mute?

If it's between that
or no life at all?

Ask any parent
and they'll say hard "yes."

I-I get that.
Okay? I do.

All right,
but coming from someone

who blocks out as much
of the world as I can

because you're right, Jacob--
I freak out around patients,

but I know firsthand that
that's no way to live, okay?

Especially not for a kid.

Wolf wouldn't want Emily's
only option to be diluting joy

just because
her brain's different.

Technically, neurocardiogenic
syncope appears

to be a problem with the brain.

Okay, but we all know now

that this is more a problem
with Emily's heart.

We don't need to suppress
her brain.

We need to support her heart.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
No pre-op whiskey for you.

- You expect me to do this sober?
- I do.

You gotta be kidding me.

What are you doing here?

Hailey.

Uh, I'm Wyatt's neurologist.
I'm Dr. Wolf.

Look, I know that
our dropping in

may come as a bit of a shock,

but your dad is undergoing
lifesaving brain surgery today,

and he needed to see you
to speak to you before--

I have nothing to say to him,

except
best of luck with the lobotomy.

Can-- Can I do the talking, then?

I owe you that at least.

Hailey, I let a lot of years
go by,

and, uh, I-I got scared...

...to make things right.

But, Hailey, I want you to know
that my one regret in life

is missing so much of yours.

And all I can say
is, it's not your fault.

I was selfish.

You deserved better.

You deserved a better dad.

And for what it's worth...

I love you, and I'm sorry.

Yeah, well,
you're about 10 years too late.

Hey, I know, I know.
I'm with you.

I'm with you. He should have
done this a long time ago.

But that surgery
that I mentioned,

it's gonna result
in permanent memory deficits.

Your dad is not gonna be
able to make any new memories

after the operation.

So he's risking his well-being,
his life,

everything,
to be here for you.

This will be Wyatt's
last memory.

Right here, right now.

Well, in that case...

I-I grew up without you
in any of my memories--

um, recitals, birthdays,

holidays, prom, graduation.

I spent my entire life
trying to forget that you exist.

So here you go.

Your last memory of me
is this--

I will never, ever forgive you.

You all right?
You want to sit down?

No, it's nothing.
Just give me a second.

I'm sorry about that.

I'm usually better
at family reunions.

She said
what she needed to say.

I needed to hear it.
I should remember that.

Wyatt. Hey. Here. Sit down.
I better examine you.

Okay? Come here.

Tell me, what are you--
What are you feeling right now?

What's going on?
- I don't know. Something's off.

My head is killing me,
and I feel like I have

the shakes from a bender.

Unbelievable.

Do you have the opposite
of a savior complex?

You cannot go on a joyride
with my patient!

Not now. He's ataxic.

He's got worsening headache
and lethargy. Here.

His hydrocephalus is worsening.

We gotta get him to an O.R.--
stat!

How fast can you drive?

What's happening?

Where are you taking him?
- Bronx General.

Wyatt. Breathe.
Breathe faster.

Sit him up more upright.
Get him to hyperventilate.

Bring down his ICP.
- I am aware of how to manage

elevated intracranial pressure.

Thank you so much.
Turn on the radio.

- What? Do you want the--
- Yes. Radio. Music.

♪ Boomshakalaka-laka,
boom-chick-a-boom ♪

- This is what you listen to?
- It's my workout mix.

Plus, we need something fast
to manage his ICP.

Wyatt, hey, I want you

to breathe
to the beat of the music.

It's the only way we can bring
down the pressure in your brain.

Okay? Wyatt.
Breathe-- in, out.

New message

from Dustin Abs Class Equinox.

"Last night was so hot.
You free tonight?"

- What?
- Would you like to reply?

♪ Boomshakalaka-laka-laka,
boom-laka ♪

Wyatt, wake up!
Wyatt, breathe for me, huh?

He's obtunded.
Can't you drive any faster?

At this point, it wouldn't make
a difference. Unless...

Take out a spinal needle.

We'll do a transorbital
ventricular puncture.

What?
We're in a moving vehicle.

I could accidentally stab
his eyeball.

Why do you have
a spinal needle in your car?

Why are you asking questions
that don't matter right now?

Look, if you do this correctly,

you're gonna go through
the orbit just above the eye

to remove cerebrospinal fluid

and decrease
intracranial pressure.

Now, take your needle.
- Maybe try to avoid potholes.

Carefully puncture
at the roof of the orbit

just medial
to the midpupillary line

and aim 45 degrees
horizontally.

Whatever you do, don't swerve.

He lost consciousness
15 minutes ago. I lowered

his ICP with a transorbital
ventricular puncture.

He's arousable,
but not coherent.

If I lose him, it's on you.

A pacemaker?

We were discussing
potential treatments,

and I started to think--
Instead of trying

to keep Emily from laughing,

a pacemaker could override
her heart's

inappropriate response
to laughter.

And what did Dr. Wolf think?

He is your attending.

He insisted that I speak
to you.

And he told me to show you
these.

Thank you.

A pacemaker for laughter-induced
heart block is not unheard of.

But it's an unorthodox
procedure for someone her age.

Better than taking
beta-blockers

for the rest of her life.

Respectfully, Chief.

I'll call cardiology and get
her on the cath lab schedule.

Strong work, Dr. Markus.

Thank you.

One more thing. Dr. Wolf
insisting that I weigh in?

Please. Next time,
don't cover for him.

I'll never forgive the bastard
if he dies on me.

Wyatt is
in very capable hands.

Dr. Nichols is one of the--

He's an excellent surgeon.

Your dad talks about you
every day.

It'll mean everything to him
that you're here.

Let's hope he lives to see it.

The delay in surgery meant
our work was more complicated,

but we were able to remove
the tumor.

Due to the damage
the tumor caused

to key structures responsible
for forming memory,

our predictions of memory loss
are likely accurate.

But he's alive.

He's alive and he's okay.

He's coming out of anesthesia
now...

♪ Some days ♪

Memories are powerful
windows into the past.

They can fill us with joy
or overwhelm us with grief.

A moment in time
we want to keep to ourselves.

Other times,
they're shared experiences.

And when we struggle
to remember them,

it takes a village
to fill in the gaps.

Hey, tough guy.

If you're watching this,

it means your stubborn ass
went through with the surgery.

And yes, you watched
this video yesterday

and probably the day before.
No shame in your game.

If you're wondering what else
is going on,

check the notebook
next to your bed.

That's where you'll record all

of the riveting details
of your day

to help future you remember.

- ♪ I'm trying to understand ♪
- For Wyatt,

it was important to be
the keeper of his own memories.

But Wyatt also had to accept
the help from his village.

♪ Where does it end? ♪

♪ Where does it begin? ♪

♪ Oh, I fear I'll never know ♪

-In order to truly heal,

Wyatt had to make peace
with his past...

♪ Everything comes
all at once ♪

- Hey.
- Hmm?

I want you to know
that I love you, Dad.

And I know it hasn't been easy,
but I do forgive you.

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

Can you remind me again
tomorrow?

- ♪ Some days ♪
- Yeah, I'll try.

♪ Some days ♪

...but most importantly,
find joy in his present.

Pick one. Your choice.

Ah!

Because sometimes
a life lived forwards

can't be understood
backwards after all.

All right, Emily,
you ready?

This time, we're gonna
monitor your heart rate.

The pacemaker should keep
your heart beating,

no matter
how much Curly makes you laugh.

No, schnapps.

Oh...

Maya forget her soccer bag
again?

You've been hard to
pin down at home,

so I thought I'd try you
during billable hours.

What's the verdict?

Morris...

...as much as I want
to tell myself

that I can move on
from what happened...

...I don't think that I can.

Carol, if I could
take it all back--

You can't.

And I owe it to myself...

We-- We owe it to each other

to see what our lives
are like apart.

I think we should separate.

What about a trial basis?

Fine.
We'll give it a few months.

When do we tell Maya?

Don't ask me to decide.

Dr. Wolf. You paged?

Dr. Markus, come on in.

I assume I'm getting fired.

Why would you say that?

Couldn't do the spinal tap,
collapsed in front of Emily.

Sure, you've had
some stumbles,

but you've had wins, too.

Your pacemaker solve for Emily

gave her a chance
to live a full life again.

And...

I think there may be
a neurological reason

why you stopped breathing
when she did.

I think you may have
a neurological condition

called
mirror-touch synesthesia.

People with mirror-touch
literally feel what the person

that they're talking to
is feeling.

Right now, I'm feeling

like you're a little
too excited about this.

No. I'm sorry. It-- It is...

It's exciting.
It's incredibly rare.

Does any of this resonate
for you?

Yeah.

I mean, I see somebody crying
on the subway,

and I just lose it.

I see somebody eating
a sandwich

and it's like they're literally
shoving food into my mouth.

But you also feel
the good things, too.

What you see as a curse
could be a real asset.

We just need to figure out
how to use it to our advantage.

You took a real risk
with Wyatt James.

He could have died.
- That's right.

But he didn't. It was a gamble.
Some risks pay off.

Sometimes you remind me
so much of your dad--

willful, unapologetic,
idealistic to a fault.

Well, you just listed
my best qualities, so...

Hm.

Resurrection ferns.

Without water,

they go dormant
until the rain returns

and they rise from
their little sedimentary graves.

Hey.

It's a resurrection fern.

They're survivors.

Just like us.

It was you...

...who brought me here.

Not Dad.

But all the times
that I brought it up,

why didn't you ever
say anything?

I wanted you to remember
that day

the way
that you wanted to remember it.

But where was Dad?

How about we water Gertrude

and just let your dad rest,
Mugwump?

He never got off the couch
that day.

I blocked so much of it out.

Memories are subjective.

There's no mechanism
in the brain

that can guarantee
the truth of them.

But I can tell you, Oliver...

the love you remember
feeling from your dad...

...that was real.

Well...

...I guess I'll have to
take your word for it.