Sometimes, it's kindness that's most difficult to accept. Ellie's breathing evens out, but the tears take a much longer time to stop. She lets her eyes slide shut, and her grip on Derrica's arm eases.

It helps, being reminded of what's real. It helps to anchor her in the moment. Her mind's a mess, but the world is narrowed down to the circle of their arms, measured by breathing.

"I hate this fucking house," Ellie says softly, her voice as raw as if she's been the one screaming.