She wants to know if the rest of these memories are real, but the sounds he's making are far too distracting. Carolyn whimpers against his kiss, lifting her hips so the cloth slides down out of the way. There's an awkward moment where she has to push away and get the panties off, but Carolyn's need for his hands on her overcomes any hesitation. There's a quiet voice warning her to think about protection, but she isn't about to stop, can't stand the idea of delaying this or jumping them off track. Interruption would just mean feeling crazier by the second. When she has him close, between her legs, his hands big on her cheek and hip, the memories feel like memories, and not delusions.