"Yeah, you are," Crabb says, in the kind of firm tone she has when she's clearly made up her mind about something. "Sounds like the only reason this won't affect you is 'cause you ain't wherever she's come from, but if she can be here and drink tea and change this? Then it's real. Hell, if this was just a bleedin' memory, if you weren't real enough to matter, where the Hell would everything you've said about me come from? I didn't have a Goddamned clue you thought any of that. ...wasn't even a hundred percent sure how much you two wanted me around at all."