Quiet for a moment, Chrissy turns her head enough to look in his direction, legs still bent up, the envelope propped against them. She's not sure why it's so unnerving, just a simple envelope bearing her name. Maybe it's just because her nerves are still so frayed, monsters still lurking every time she closes her eyes. Maybe it's because she's spent the past week feeling hunted, and she still doesn't trust what's in front of her now. Eddie, yes — she doesn't know why, but she trusts him — but that doesn't mean this is real, or that it won't give way to another nightmare at a moment's notice.

What he says should sound like one. Instead, finally, she lets out a breath that's nearly a laugh, helpless and confused. "I don't think I have any idea what you just said," she admits. "An alternate dimension? But how... I should be..."

She should be dead. She would have known it even if he hadn't confirmed as much for her.