I can't because if I did, I'd have checked myself into Mayfield. [Chase reasons this with paced tones, not quite answering her question. No, he doesn't have the weight of this place hanging over him all the time, it would make ordinary life impossible, but at the same time, there's something in the back of his mind...

He rests his hands, clasped, in his lap, sighing softly.]

I don't remember everything right now, either. I don't... remember leaving. I can remember being pretty sure I never would.