"Not me," she says, thinking first of Chase, and then closing her eyes guiltily when she realizes Caleb's father is right there. "I mean. Maybe I do. I don't know, I'm--there's a lot."

A lot. Her whole everything is A Lot right now. But maybe it could A slightly easier Lot with someone who knows everything here.

(Lol too bad about that whole Chase also existing thing.)

She steels herself, drawing back from Caleb just enough that she can look past him at his father. Deep breath. Faltering smile.

"Hello, Mr. Danvers." Maybe he can do more than make crackly breathing sounds now that he's. Y'know. Dead.