[DIANA]
It's been four weeks since the treatment
And my mind is still a mess
And what's left to be remembered
Well, it's anybody's guess
'Cause my past is like the weather
It will come and it will go
I don't know, even know
What it is that I don't know
I'm some Christopher Columbus
Sailing out into my mind
With no map of where I'm going
Or of what I've left behind

I don't know, the things I don't know
I'm sure something's missing, I wish it would show
I don't know, you say take it slow
And I do, although, how I do, I don't know

[DR. MADDEN]
Are you talking with your husband?

[DIANA]
Well, he hasn't much to say

[DR. MADDEN]
Is it helping you remember?
[DIANA]
I remember that's his way

[DR. MADDEN]
Does the puzzle come together, piece by piece and row by row?

[DIANA]
I don't know, I don't know where the fucking pieces go
'Cause I don't know how this started, so I won't know when it's done

[DR. MADDEN]
Have you talked of your depression, your delusions, and your son?