He doesn't understand, and she doesn't want to explain it to him, but it wouldn't fair not to. "I think it's mine, though." She looks around at what remains of Manhattan. There's not as much fungus as she would have expected, but it's still too similar to London after the Breakdown, and who else would dream up so many hungries?

"I'm sorry you got pulled into it." She didn't do it on purpose - she knows enough about how the dreams work to know she didn't do it at all. It was the rift, not her. But it doesn't matter; he's here now, and he doesn't belong here., and it will be her fault if anything bad happens to him.