[The way he looks at her and says that gets her to frown. It starts slowly, her hint of a smile melting away into a sad look that dissolves into a deep look of discontent. The things she remembers experiencing before waking up here are awful. Terrifying.

That thing she faced was evil.

But Eddie's looking at her like maybe it's his fault somehow.]

I wish...

[Her voice is so soft that even she can barely hear it. Her hands tuck up further into the sleeves of her sweater, and she tries to speak again.]

I wish that you had sold it to me. Maybe then I wouldn't have been so scared.

[Because he was there, wasn't he? It was his uncle's trailer, he lived there. He was there with her, and she isn't sure what she subjected him to. But judging by his reaction, it must have been awful.]

But please, Eddie. Don't apologize. I can't remember what happened. Not completely. But I remember you were trying to help.

[And that's the important part. That he saw she was needing help at all. Not a single other person noticed.]