"This is so weird," Chrissy admits, pressing her lips together after she's blurted the words out. "Not... not this, but..." Really, this is weird, too, and all the more so for how much it doesn't feel like it is. Something about being around Eddie makes her feel comfortable, or at least as much so as she can at a time like this. It was the same earlier, too, out in the woods. Shaken and jumpy as she was, he made her laugh, put her at ease for a few moments. She wouldn't have expected that to be the case. She never would have thought that she would be going home with Eddie Munson for the second time, but she doesn't want to give him the wrong idea, to make it seem like she's bothered by that particular fact of their circumstances.

It's everything else that she finds strange enough to comment on. The elevator doors opening, she steps out into the hall, shifting her weight as she waits to see which way they're going. "It was this thing that I thought was happening just to me," she explains, a little awkward. "And now you know more about it than I do, even... gave it a name. I feel like I missed so much."

She did miss so much, she reminds herself. She died. There's still something unbelievably surreal about considering that while standing here, alive and comparably well, at least physically.