Ellie sees endless images of beautiful women, and some... blue devil thing, and all of them are wonderful and sad in their own way. Ellie is envious of Logan, for a fleeting moment, for having known so many people. All Ellie can conjure are Riley and Joel.

She sighs, a shaky breath. "I know they're not real," she says. "If that were Joel, he'd've broken through the goddamn glass by now." And Riley would be gnawing on her throat. "But that doesn't mean it's fake."