"You know, I really like the sound of that," Karen says, smiling in turn as she starts towards the elevator. She really does, too. It just feels right, all of this, the way it has with him from the start, going back to the instinct that told her to trust him and stick around when he was taken to the hospital. It's strange to think about that now, stranger still to wonder what might have happened if someone else had stumbled across him on the beach that day.

No one did, though, so she supposes it doesn't make a difference. They wound up here. It's probably no crazier than anything else that's happened in Darrow, but it feels bizarrely fortunate all the same, lucky in a way she wouldn't have expected a place like this could entail.

"Probably a good sign, right?"