Even now, feeling inexplicably safer with Eddie than she thinks she would anywhere else, having gotten the distinct sense earlier that he actually saw her and not just the image on the surface, Chrissy can't help nervously wondering just how much he knows about what she saw. There's relief in not having completely lost her mind after all, and more so in not having to explain what was happening to her. The actual contents, though, of those hallucinations or whatever they were, are horrifyingly personal, nothing she's ever told anyone. Ms. Kelley knows a little of it, but that was still an act of desperation, involving saying as little as she could get away with.

She's all sorts of messed up inside, and in a strange way, she badly wants Eddie to know that just as much as she wants him not to.

"I told you I felt like I was losing my mind," she points out, her voice still wavering, the slight hint of a smile she dredges up equally unsteady. By her count, it was just a few hours ago that they sat at the picnic table in the woods and he made her laugh for the first time in days. It feels like another lifetime, though, and in a way, it kind of was. "I wouldn't have known what else to say." She means to leave it at that. She can't quite shake the thought, though, idly picking at a cuticle as her smile fades again, and figures the best thing she can do is ask. "How much did you find out?"