As they walked along, Emma eyed Laurel for a minute. "I don't think anything would happen if we went back except we'd die," she finally said. "I'm better off in here, even if this is a Syfy Original. I'm totally final girl material," Emma said with a weary sort of smile, recognizing the total lie. She wasn't the final girl. She was the slutty girl who got killed in the second act.
"Not to completely change the subject, but what's your deal? Where do you come from?"