When he moved her, she froze, and by the time he cut off her air, she'd started kicking and trying to fight him. She wanted to be let go, and she wanted to be let go now, and her fear was building, and it was drawing every ghost in the building through the walls and into the kitchen. A lifetime's worth of carefully constructed coping skills began falling into shambles, and the ghosts crowded closer. She'd just met this man, and she only had his word for who he was, and she was locked in his apartment, and she couldn't get away, and she couldn't scream. It didn't help that she didn't trust the Family right now, that he was spying on her, that he was mentioning death squads. She thought of Shane and Daniel and Aaron, and she fought harder, even as she choked and gasped for air.