She feels the whirlwind of emotion, of conflicting thoughts and it makes her head spin a little but she tries not to show it, instead pressing up against him, as if somehow that alone will make things better.

And maybe it did once, maybe she was able to find solace in his touch, comfort in his words, but all she can find now is conflict, uncertainty and grief.

"Find each other," she says softly. "Finding lost girls and ghost boys. Finding each other in the mist."

She looks up at him, smiling just a little ad moving to brush a strand of hair away. "We'll find each other again somehow."