Karen was trying not to think about why this version of events was different from the last. It wasn't totally different. Maybe this Frank just came from a slightly different place than the last one. Or something. "I.. don't have an easy answer for that. Apparently it's not something they can fix. We're stuck until time decides to fix itself. No one can actually do anything about it, as far as I know." She didn't like it any more than he did.
She tried to remember what he had said the last time. "When we talked before, you said that you were in the clear. That you had.. finished it. You didn't really go into detail and I didn't ask. I mean.. if you want to talk, I'm here, but you don't have to tell me anything." Right. His places. He had only seemed interested in his van the last time, but she thought he might have had extra places to stash his things when things got rough.
"You thought it was best if we stuck together, when things were weird and people were coming back from... the dead. Matt's alive, by the way." She didn't know if he had seen that but yeah. She didn't even know how to begin to deal with that, so she was trying to ignore it and hoped that it would go away. His last question nearly made her choke, only because of the way he'd said it. Well.
Karen cleared her throat, and looked down at the ground. "You went to check on your things. They were all where you left them. But that was after you came home with me. And before you just kind of up and left without word." She wasn't sure how much to tell him though, not because she didn't have the words but because there wasn't a whole lot to tell. "As much as I might have liked to, you were a perfect gentleman, on my couch. You held my hand. We got dinner. We watched television and did.. normal things. Until a couple of days ago, when I woke up and you were just gone. Like you hadn't been there at all. And now you're here."