Everything that could have gone wrong, did go wrong.
There’s an end to every storm. Once all the trees have been uprooted, once all the houses have been ripped apart. The wind will hush. The clouds will part. The rain will stop. The sky will clear in an instant. And only then, in those quiet moments after the storm… Do we learn who was strong enough to survive it?
“How did this happen? How did we end up here?”
So Derek had an idea, and he carried a video camera around the hospital for a day. He recorded them saying things about her, saying things to her; or perhaps reminding her who they had been to her. That way, she’d never forget all of them. Just in case the disease got her.
Just in case.