"Pickles and peanut butter," she said as she shook her head. "I really don't think I'm going to be making anybody much of anything, sorry to disappoint you." She's staring up at the ceiling, taking big, gulping breaths of air as the tears still just slipped back into her hair.

"He found out. He must have found out, I don't know how, but they told me to keep it quiet and I didn't, and now I'm here." Her voice cracked, because where Corrine's finding piece, Raleigh isn't. "My mom- Tell my mom, okay? It's Raleigh Harper. Tell my mom-" She can't stop crying, and she wonders why she had to break; why she had to tell Jason, why Aoife was here. Why the man who brought her here brought her to the place she was in danger, when he could have just left her in fucking Bangor or something.

Why this is where she was, now.

Suddenly, all she can think about is Jason's damned dog, about how she'd said she'd stop in and check on him and she hadn't - it makes no sense, what happens when you're staring death in the face. "Can you-" She was going to say something else, anything else, but she can hear the rattle of a door, and all she can do is make a strained noise of fear before it swings open.