"I wouldn't know," she says, though that's self-evident. Meredith doesn't know what he remembers, except that it was probably better than here. It's not even a reflection on her this time, it's just fact to her. Life before he lost her must have been better, happier, easier, the kind of life only other people get. It's hard to imagine him being on the other side of this divide when he's always been like her in her eyes. "Probably not entirely. We never remember anyone entirely right."