Kate gave a snort of laughter at that, rolling her eyes in agreement. "Yeah, he's okay now. I mean, at the time I don't think he had one with him. He was out in the middle of the jungle. Camping." More than anything, she was grateful that he'd been brought back in time, that the clinic had been able to help him and that he hadn't died in the middle of the fucking jungle, alone, without anyone to help him.

"But he has one now," she said. "So if it happens again, he can stab himself in the leg." Or she'd do it for him, if she had do. Ever since she was a kid she'd known how to use one, having been trained for a long time by her parents to use it properly. And she'd calmed down a bit since then, too, not constantly worried that Marshall was going to go for a simple walk and end up dead on the boardwalk.