It's fitting, Melanie can't help but think, that after however many decades of watching the world fall to ruin because of what she was, she would have finally returned down here, to the little cell that was supposed to keep everyone else safe. Of course, it makes no sense that the body in the corner should look as she does now, but that doesn't matter. Maybe the dream, or the rift, or her own mind just wanted to make sure she recognized herself.

And here's Daniel, being so kind to her, far more than she deserves. Regardless of her intentions, look at what she's done. How many times can she save his life down here before he falls just like the rest of the world? She should probably pull herself away, and she releases her grip on his jacket to do just that. But then she loses her nerve and wraps her arms around him, instead, leaning into the warm, comforting solidity of him.

This is all just a nightmare. Daniel is real.

Still. "I'm sorry you got stuck here," she eventually mumbles into the general region of his stomach.