Yeah, she's still trying to piece it out. She's been through this once before, but each time makes things come out different. What if she tells him something wrong?

'Didn't run far. I'm not really coordinated for that. And the aisles were narrow. I tripped. Fell. My communication device went flying down the lane. Don't know how it got back to me. The gift Donnie gave me too. I lost it. I'm sorry that I lost it.'

But that's not it. What was it? Fuck, what was it?

'My ankle hurt. I turned it going down. But I had to keep going. So I tried to crawl away. Then there it was again. The figure. Big, heavy boots in front of my face. Just for a moment. I think... I think I remember big, heavy boots. But they were sneaky. So it makes no sense.'

Maybe she's remembering it wrong. Maybe the boots were just a memory of the Creel House and what happened there. Fuck if picking apart the two moments of similar fear weren't difficult. She still feels like she saw by flashlight. She can feel the vine around her throat. The hands.

She whimpers and lowers the device for a moment so she can bury her face in her hands. She wants to cry. She wants Steve.