Back home, Kate didn't know many kids her own age, much less those younger and more impressionable. She was, in many ways, a black sheep, one to avoid, which was just fine as she avoided them all right back. This was, however, since waking up here, she second time that Kate found herself talking to someone around his age. The similarities to Olivia didn't stop there, both of them possessing a guarded air with which she could identify. From what she had been told, what she could discern, Olivia's experiences were not unlike Kate's own. She wondered if this boy, too, had a monster living in his home.

Leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees, Kate turned her head to look at his face, mindful not to appear as if she was peeking at the letter. If he wanted her to know, he would tell her himself. Having considered his words, she finally thought to ask, "How are you gonna get it to him if he's run away?"