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[pitchslapped]

Blood. There's so much blood. She's lost track of how long she was there and how long it's been since she saw Al. She's got a text from him on her phone, asking her if she's back, if she's okay. Her hands tremble too much to text him back. If she closes her eyes, she can still see that nightmarish version of Jesse, black blood gushing through her fingers.

She puts her hand on the door handle, can't open the door.
Where's she supposed to go if she can't go home?