"I died right before I was brought to the hotel." Abigail states. It doesn't seem to matter at the moment. She still thinks this might be a hell and that he's dead too.
She glances at the hedge. She could offer to do it instead. She used to climb over walls to escape the hospital back home. Still, it feels too dangerous. Her dad would be able to see her better and find her. The inevitable would happen sooner. She was his golden ticket, not Malcolm. "Don't spend too long up there." She cautions instead. "We don't want him to see."