She gasps a little. Soft. So. This would be a reunion after all. "Nothing but weeds, down here." She repeats what Pocket said. And then, because even she can understand that's too cryptic, explains aloud, "This is where I went. On Halloween. Where the boy was whispering." The old fear pops up again. Maybe they are a key. But there's no place to go but onward, now.