While she may not understand the reference, minimal as her knowledge of the game is, Chrissy does at least manage the faintest hint of a smile when he tells her he can't really do healing spells. It's like earlier, sort of, out in the woods — a distraction, however momentarily, from the frightening, overwhelming things in her head. She's grateful for it, really. She just wouldn't know how to say so without sounding completely stupid.

"I would have been pretty surprised if you could," she replies, as close as she can get to teasing right now. The words come out softer, more sincere, but she guesses it's better than nothing.

There's only so long she can put this off, though. Looking down at the envelope again, she worries at her lower lip with her teeth, fingertips nervously skimming over where her name is written. "So someone left me money," she says, "and a place to stay, but... they knew I would be here to find this?" It doesn't make sense, she thinks again. No one saw them together out in the woods; no one saw her get into Eddie's van and go back to his trailer.

She died, though. Not just now, but for him, a week ago, in his home, and as pieces start to come together in her head, she feels her stomach lurch uncomfortably. "Oh, god," she murmurs, half to herself, before turning to Eddie, wide-eyed again. "Everyone knows, don't they? That I was buying drugs."