"Doesn't sound that crazy," Beth all but whispers, but she follows Blue along without question. Maybe it should sound crazy, but what happened to her world should have sounded crazy, too, and she'd seen it happen with her own eyes. Her mother's dead fingers had snarled in her hair and her mother's dead eyes had looked up at her as her mother's dead mouth gnashed and chewed and tried to eat Beth's flesh.

So she thinks she knows a little something about what's crazy.

Reaching down, she draws her knife from its sheath again and wishes she had another weapon. "And it's safe?" she asks. "Nothing can get in?" A lot of places that should be safe, aren't necessarily so.