"Every place is haunted here..." Lisa injected toward Dean before Emma had a chance- more desperate and exasperated than on the defense for the woman she barely knew. She held the bottle against her cheek, which stung with the pressure but not enough to take away from the cool relief. She could feel her pulse throbbing under it; a strangely familiar pain, even though she was positive she'd never been laid out like that before.
"They've just never gone ballistic before..." Her heart was hammering away in her chest in a way she was starting to get used to around this hellhole- but the sinking feeling beneath it was the real concern. Her dark eyes found Emma's much paler ones; they were both tired and wild at the same time. "I think it's something different. I know this sounds crazy but... I think it followed me out of my dream."