"Good," Chrissy says softly, reassured enough by that for the moment. As daunting as it may be, she's willing to take his word for it. Provided it doesn't end with her being haunted by unspeakably terrible visions and then dying, it's not like it can be worse than Hawkins. She was miserable there long before she started seeing things, anyway. This isn't how she ever expected she would wind up leaving, in no small part because she didn't really think she would, but she doesn't hate the idea. "I think I might like that, too. Having a place of my own."

She doesn't have the first idea what she'll do, but that's something she can worry about later. She's too exhausted for that right now, all too aware, finally having a chance to relax, that she's barely slept in days.