She shakes her head, mostly in denial of the situation. This is all so fucking impossible. The whole town is impossible anyway, but nothing, not the freaky dream she had that gave her the knife now tucked in her back pocket or the fact that a bunch of people died in the fog and came back, is quite this impossible.

"Well, yeah," she says. He doesn't remember. "I was there, I..."

She chokes on that thought and has to look away from him for a second.

"Tommy went after them. For what they did to you," she says, not really answering the question. "Before I could. Me and Dina, we went later, and...uh, Jesse came to find us. Fuck, this is so messed up."

She looks back at him, still wide-eyed and uncertain. "Are you trying to ask me if I died?" she asks, half-incredulous, finally catching up with his meaning. "No. No, I just live through goddamn everything."