[Hannah's grip on Sam's hand tightens. She's real. She knows she's real. But like how Sam was hoping that this wasn't a figment of her imagination, Hannah was hoping this wasn't one of hers, and she wasn't still underground, going mad with the reality of what happened and the ache of starvation. The woman isn't sure why her words makes Sam stop, but she frowns, the hollows of her cheeks even more apparent.]

... I remember falling and I remember the thirty days I spent in the mine after that. I remember all of it. [She bites her bottom lip gently.] I... Do you... Do you know something about it? Where I was? Did you see that thing that chased us too at the lodge?