At least Chrissy isn't alone in that confusion. Even though Eddie had known about his own death (how could he not, when he remembers Henderson clutching him tightly as he let go?) it doesn't make it any easier to swallow.

On the one hand, he's grateful that he's not just gone gone. If Chrissy is here, then maybe other people he knows will be here? Which isn't as much of a comfort as he wants to believe, because this place doesn't feel like a heaven or an afterlife. There's a sinister aura, but maybe their being here, able to face this place together, will make them stronger in a way.

"Kind of. I'm sure I've still got more in me, but." He shrugs, wiping away the last remnants of his breakdown. He glances around the place, and points in the direction of what looks like some costume pieces more Eddie's style. "Guess I'll see you around, Cunningham." And with one last wink he lets his face and posture go neutral when he turns around and starts poking around for potential costume ideas.