"It's fucking Hell," Ellie says, "But I can't leave."

Because there's Joel, standing right behind Logan, smiling like a promise. I'll hang around. I'll keep you safe. I'll be your dad.

She looks away, angry and tired all at once. There's another woman, impossibly beautiful and in the kind of getup that can, once again, only exist in the old world. "These are your people, aren't they?"

Anything so Logan doesn't turn around. She doesn't know why, but she feels like, if he sees Joel, something will shatter. The crystals, or maybe her.