"No," Derrica tells her. "Don't say that. You don't need to apologize."

Sorry for what? Derrica is not the one hurt by this. Ellie is the one coming apart, even as Derrica cups her face in her hands again.

"Look at me," she instructs again. "Breathe with me."

Perhaps they should put more than a door between them and Ellie's ghosts, but Ellie is pale and shaking and it's more important to address that than it is to trip headlong into some other set of spirits play-acting some other piece of the past.