As soon as the words have left her mouth, even before he asks her about them, Chrissy knows she's said too much. Of course if she were going to imagine anyone, it should be Jason. She loves him, or she's supposed to. He loves her, or the person he thinks she is, someone she's never actually felt like. She wouldn't know how to explain it if she tried, and she isn't sure she wants to try, despite the part of her that's instinctively a little defensive. Already Eddie has seen more than he should have. It would be too much, too honest — not just with him, but with herself, too.

Just like he did earlier, though, when she met him out in the woods, he offers a distraction when she needs it most. She smiles, tremulous and thin but still there, as she reaches over to give his cheek a slight pinch. "You feel pretty real to me, too," she agrees. Given everything, she's not sure that's really saying very much — everything else she's been seeing has felt real, too, impossible to differentiate from reality. For that matter, she isn't convinced now that it wasn't real. "God, you must think I'm crazy."