Maybe it's selfish of her to find comfort in that, but there's a sense of relief that comes with not being alone. With the idea that Noah, too, is seeing awful versions of himself that are rotting away. Now that she's had a little time to think, she's begun to wonder if there's not a reason for the things they're seeing. That version of her, the version that succeeded in ending her life, that's been something that's haunted her for a long time.

She doesn't ask, though. The details aren't her business, not unless he wants to tell them.

She laughs a little when he says that's the only good part, then wets the towel and wipes some of the ash from her face. "You said there's other people here?" she asks. "How many? Do... is there someone here named Daryl?"