Ellie's breath hitches again, gasping like she's trying to claw her way back to consciousness. This part isn't the haunting, it's just her. The cracks and fissures running deep.

She finds Derrica and slips away again, over and over, struggling to focus on her instead, and she grips her forearms, covers her hands with hers.

"Out," she manages softly, gasping through it. She's still not entirely there, but she is fighting. Some part of her is clinging to what means survival, to what means this will pass.

"Please. Let's go."