Earlier, out in the woods — mere hours ago for her, apparently much longer than that for him — she'd been surprised by how friendly Eddie was, how kind. Now, as if the flip side of a coin, Chrissy is caught off-guard by how rattled he seems, more apparently upset by what happened than she would have expected. He barely knows her, after all. The last time they spoke to each other was back in middle school, and they reentered each other's lives with her at her very worst. She wouldn't have thought it would make that much difference.

Then again, if someone died in the front hallway of her house after going into a trance and apparently starting to levitate, she would probably be pretty freaked out, too, and probably would have run away.

Quiet for a moment, she tries to take this information in. It's really only just confirmation of what she already knew, but it's strange and unsettling to be here, alive and breathing, and yet aware of her own death. "I didn't even know I was still there," she finally tells him, her lower lip quivering with the effort it takes not to just fall apart all over again. "At your place, I mean. What I saw..." It was a nightmare, one that makes her tremble even now, glancing back over her shoulder to make sure there's nothing out of place.