[She lowers herself carefully to sit on the crate, head held in one hand, thumb massaging her temple as the other hand nervously casts through her hair.]

There's too much to process. I can't take one thing at a time and you know--of all people you know how difficult this is. [Don't make it about yourself, Catherine.] What if I never see either of you again? Or any of them? What if I never said goodbye, or anything else I should have said?