Rowan: Look, when I was a kid, I . . . went through some stuff. The bad kind.
For a while I was really good at blocking it out and working around it. Then I got myself stuck in an STAD hot zone at shelf tide.
[*STAD = Spiritually Transmitted Acute Dysphoria (“the whispers”)]
And, uh. Technically I did not attempt to kill myself . . . But I almost died because I wasn’t attempting to not kill myself.
Archie: I’m so sorry. Are you okay now? Is there anything I can do to help?
. . . by telecall in the next timezone from three states away.
Rowan: I’m better now, honest. This is all just backstory.