She was quiet a moment, weighed her options, considered. "I can tell when people are dying, and I can... help." She said it with a wave of her fingertips and enough nervousness in the words that let him know she wasn't kidding. "In the hospice, I mean. I can help." She clarified, wondering if that made it sound better or worse. "And I see them after, but only a minute or so." She sighed, closed her eyes. In for a dime, in for a dollar, right? "I don't normally tell people. No... I never tell people, but it slipped with Billy, and he freaked. He thinks I'm a murdered. I asked him to come to the hospice with me, to see, but he won't. He says I broke his trust." She shrugged again and looked over at him. "And here I am, telling you all this, and you're probably going to have me committed."