Audrey had been standing by Trudy, when the doors opened. Unnecessary. Maybe. But she exhales once, when they do. In the worst part of her mind, there were going to be vines just twirling out, grabbing them, rendering this choice stupid. Instead, there are ghosts. She'll follow. Not first. Not last. But Eddy's question sparks a wry little smile, grabs her attention back. "She doesn't. I bet." She murmurs, to no one in particular, only looking at the cicada for confirmation. "Thinks she's handling it. Alone."

But that's impossible. No one could do everything alone forever.