texts: Yet you must've known all along that you'd give me cancer.  Just be being with me. </s> <s> I didn't give you cancer, Laurie.  Not you, not the others.  I don't know what did. </s> <s> But you knew that I'd -- die.
labels: Memories of the future are just like any others.  I've tried not to dwell on the unpleasant ones . . .  You won't die of cancer, Laurie.  There won't be time for that.