Joel says nothing as he looks out at the trees, into the fog. It's quiet out there, which should put him at ease but it doesn't. He's on edge. Exhausted and dizzy, yes, but ready to grab the first fucking rock or tree branch he can reach at any sign of danger.

Wherever this is he doesn't trust it. A sharp and biting sense of dread settles in, as cold as the chill in the air. This place ain't right.

"I don't think it's a dream," he says softly — but God, does he wish it were.

He looks at Ellie.

Clears his throat.

Tries to hide that he's getting choked up thinking about the implications of the two of them being here.

"Did you, uh... did you come looking for me and Tommy?"