"Cream, pesto, or olive oil?" Charlie had picked up cooking since coming here. He liked doing it at odd hours, which thankfully someone was always around to eat it.
Charlie followed Jennifer down the stairs and to the kitchen. Food didn't start right away as they had to clean up a little in the aftermath of Hurricane Jennifer, but food wasn't delayed that long. He put together a dish full of vegetables and pasta and whatever sort of sauce she might want. And as he chopped, cut, sauteed, stirred, prepped, strained, dished, he explained that there were a few in the City who had been taken to heal the sick vessel they call called home. He explained that Ted had been taken, and Hannibal - two people who had come up in their lives. The City had tried to make things right by giving those left behind a celebration, or at least a big Christmas tree. Charlie had made a wish for 'love,' which was the last thing he really remembered.
"I never felt too far from you, just that you were out of reach." He finally explained as he settled down at the kitchen island, a bowl of pasta for each of them as well as a glass of wine each and a basket of bread for the both of them.
"I don't know what happened next, and there are times since I've woken up, that I am not sure that all that happened. The dates and times don't match up, which is disconcerting after being in an asylum. It's very hard to let that information just flow over and off me." He hoped she understood.