Cecilia squeezed her eyes shut and held tight up until Reginald stepped back. She nodded, wiping her eyes quickly with the palms of her hands. "Tough as nails, Reg," she forced out, with only a faint tremor in her voice. "No change there." She'd been certain he was dead. She'd been sure they were all dead, all the people that had been here once, but it had somehow hit harder with Reginald. She'd harbored that secret fear that he'd just gone quietly in his sleep, had been quickly and quietly disposed of, no one ever knowing. Somehow this had felt all the more cruel, not that that made any sense in the world. The idea that they'd put him through more than his body could handle, push him to his death, rather than just snuff the light out the way the probably had with the others. That idea had made her sick. She was trying not to think too far ahead though. Three people she had assumed dead were not. That didn't mean they were all alive and waiting in the wings. The not knowing was disorienting. They probably intended as much.
She stepped inside Reginald's room, looking the same as it ever had. Like he'd never been gone at all. Cecilia took a breath and headed for one of the armchairs, eyes fixing on him as she plunked down. "So," she sighed. "Where do we start?"