Blaze's voice was quiet. "I've been with her since she got here." He'd definitely been really disoriented at first, and he'd disappeared and reappeared a few times (which had not helped with the disorientation) but his sister was always somewhere in his view, investigating his death and trying to get in touch with his ghost. It was really hard to tell how much time had passed, Blaze didn't feel time the same way anymore, but based on Sydney's clothing, he didn't think it had been a full day. "A dream or hallucination would be nice." Who was Blaze to walk on someone else's dream?
"That might not be a bad thing." Death was painful and traumatic. Maybe it was a mercy not to keep that memory, even if it did make things really confusing. If Blaze was dead, his money was on peanuts. Even if Syd mentioned storms. The storm water probably just washed the peanuts down. "Do you remember the last three years? Have you been here for three years?"
"I wish I could tell her she didn't have to keep breaking in here." It was a lot of hassle for her. Especially since she'd stopped taking elevators.