Marshall: I miss my dad, Ted. I miss him so much.
Ted: I know.
Marshall: Um, when i was a kid, we would spend the summers in the Upper Peninsula. And every year, we wouldn’t get to the cabin ‘till, like, the middle of the night. And so, it would be pitch black, in the middle of the woods. And i could never see anything in front of the headlights, but i always felt so safe ‘cause my dad was driving. He was like some sort of superhero who could just see way out into the darkness. Now he just gone. And it’s pitch black. And I can’t see where I’m going. I can’t see anything.