She lifts a hand and wiggles her fingers. "You said you had a thread for Holly, right? Well, I had some going back home, too. I didn't really think too much of it until focused on it, and then..."

And then it was clear that it was, somehow after all this time, Willa. But the thing she can't get out of her head is the dampening feeling of fog she couldn't shake every time she touched the string.

She looks over at him, and wishes she could be as happy as he is for her right now. "Is it fantastic? Because I'm pretty sure it means she's been alone for sixteen years, probably getting tortured by a bunch of demons."