Once he made Vanessa sleep. Any resentment she feels over that is impractical, and if anything she understands just how vital the Doctor was to getting them through the labyrinth. In his own way, he had saved them both, just as they had strived to save him. What might have happened if he hadn't gathered the situation under control? She's better off not knowing, but it will always nag at her.

She rests the still full glass on the table's edge, reaching instead to favor one of the rolled cannabis cigarettes that Red brought. They're styled a bit differently than Vanessa's, but they light up just as easily. She'll manage a couple drags before offering it to Red, a thin stream of smoke whispering off to the side of the sofa before Vanessa gives into her curiosity.

"What do you mean, an anchor?"