The building they're approaching doesn't look like anywhere she would have expected Eddie Munson to live, though Chrissy knows better than to say so. No matter how she would have meant it, there's no way it wouldn't sound horribly judgmental. He doesn't deserve that, least of all when he's going out of his way to help her. Mostly she's just relieved to apparently be close to their destination, increasingly uneasy the longer they're out in the open. Once, she would have worried about being seen with him like this. Now, it's hard to care about that when there are much bigger things to be afraid of.

She knows how that sentence ends, after all. After he was done torturing them, he killed them. Killed her. She doesn't know what happened in Eddie's trailer, what it looked like to him, unaware of everything after that monster's hand lifted over her face, but he says it was bad, and she believes him.

"I was already gone," she murmurs, shaking her head, a realization and a rebuttal and a confession all in one. "If what you're saying is true... it wouldn't have mattered where I was. Who was there." Just acknowledging that futility makes her feel dizzy and sort of ill, but she thinks some part of her already knew it anyway. She was dead long before she sought Eddie out at school or went home with him that night. Despite her best efforts, her voice breaks when she adds, "I just wanted to make it go away for a little while."