[Laura closes her eyes and holds her hands up.] Please, guys. Can we not fight? This whole thing is stressful enough as it is.

[She stands up straight again (and what is with the pain in her knees when she does? Oh hell, she really is old), and gives the living room a once-over.]

I think I should start digging around. You know, to see what else I can find out about this "me."