There's a part of Chrissy, even as she leans against him, holds on like he's the only thing between her and the fate she was sure had become inescapable, that still expects this to change. For his voice to deepen, his fingers to become long and gnarled, for her to be trapped again, tricked by this one small moment of peace. He still sounds like himself, though, and holds onto her like she isn't making an absolute fool of herself; she can feel the beat of his heart, her own fluttering rapidly, breaths shallow and fearful.

"I tried to," she replies, struggling to make sense of what he's said and what's just happened. Did he see it, too? She didn't see him, but nothing that she was seeing should have even been possible. Maybe he was there, and she just missed him somehow. Maybe he got dragged into it because of her and her screwed up brain. "To run, I tried, but... I couldn't get away."