"Well, you are," Beverly pointed out. "Alive, that is. I'm sure she'd still want you to be, despite how she didn't get a choice about being taken from here."
Even in a place as low-key as their little pocket dimension away from home, it was apparent that people could slip through your fingers like water - they'd be here one day and not the next. Keeping that in mind, was it any reason to not get close to people? Bev didn't think so. You kind of just had to enjoy the time while you had it, in her opinion. Because time kept marching ever onward - it didn't stop for anyone.
Coffee and coffin nails, that was always a good breakfast. She rummaged for her pack of cigarettes, flipping the top of the carton open and offering one. "I'm Beverly, by the way."