MARIGOLD: It's Marigold; you're on the air. [A pause] Hello? PERSEPHONE: Hello, Marigold. MARIGOLD: Persephone?! PERSEPHONE: Yes. MARIGOLD: I'm glad you called back. PERSEPHONE: I can't sleep. MARIGOLD: Well, you're not alone out there. That's why I'm here. PERSEPHONE: You believe you know why you're here? MARIGOLD: Well, sure. As much as any of us can really know anything. PERSEPHONE: You can't trust anything or anyone. MARIGOLD: Well, that's not a great starting position for a conversation, Persephone. PERSEPHONE: I'm sorry. I'm having a hard time. MARIGOLD: What's going on? PERSEPHONE: My brother wasn't in the picture. MARIGOLD: I'm afraid that doesn't make much sense to me. Could you elaborate? PERSEPHONE: We took a photo, at Sears, as a family when we were kids. My brother and I, and my parents. That picture sat next to our sofa for my entire life. This morning I visited my mother; she still lives in the house I grew
CARLY: (voiceover) Okay. So, before we get to the coffee shop incident from our last episode, a quick update from the police. I brought everything I had on Yumiko into the detective who had been assigned to the case, but I quickly realized that she wasn't gonna respond well to my telling her about paintings that appeared to change, discrepancies in birth certificates, and impossible photographs. So, rather than assault her with my mounting pile of strange occurrences, I asked her if they'd been able to dig up anything new on Yumiko's case. They had nothing. She assured me that somebody would get in touch with the family - she stressed the word "family" - if and when they found anything. She asked me to get in touch if Yumiko contacted me. I got the feeling they were stretched pretty thin resource-wise, and I still suspect that they believed she'd taken off on her own. I knew Yumiko's brother Adam would get in touch the minute he heard anything from t