[He works almost on autopilot with the dummy, untying its restraints until he can shove it over to the remains of the other one. That done, he picks up a third and starts setting it up, trying to avoid the temptation to bite Rachel's head off]

For the first few months, that's what it was. [His voice sounds curiously numb, like he's afraid of his own emotions right now.] But the longer we leave it, the heavier it gets. The wondering, the nightmares, the-- [He stills, resting his forehead against the stupid dummy for a second. It's only because it's Rachel that he admits this] We're fighting. All the time. And not like - not like normal, stupid stuff. Really awful, horible fights. So we have to find out, because no matter how bad it is, we can't live with not knowing anymore.