All alone in Bubbeh's house, Andy's still wearing the cardigan. His hair is still slicked back. He fixes the last piece of the swing: a safe place, for the baby's head. It's easier as Judah, to make things snap into place. "You're Judah, and I'm me. And you have to love me, and treat me nice." Then it's perfectly assembled: Domestic bliss. And Andy sits, alone, in the middle of it, unmoving.