It felt... different from other shifts. [He says it as he climbs over the couch to sit beside Billy instead.] I know I keep saying different, but - it really was.

[He hopes it means that his alternate self was just that - an alternate, and not just a shift for the sake of a shift. He remembers the fear she felt during that week, the worry that everything she felt wasn't real after all. He has a feeling, however, that it is, and she's finally back with that smiling girl.

But Teddy's here now, in this reality, with the one he loves. Now that he's settled beside Billy, Teddy wraps an arm around his shoulders and pulls him against his side, then rests his chin on his hair.]

I didn't know it was a week, though... God, Billy, I...