She nods, and somehow, she knows he's telling her the truth. She's made of stern stuff, her Molly. And didn't she herself survive the loss of both parents at her age? Hasn't she known for a long while now that Molly is lost to her? Acceptance will take time, but it's far easier than she'd thought.

But there's another reason she doesn't want to go. She closes the distance between them, reaches for him, lightly touches his chest with open palms.

'Listen.. Listen to me... I can stay here. With you.' She was supposed to help him remember, she knows that now. The ghost... All of it. His expression remains stoic, and she pleads, shameless now. 'You .. you can't do this on your own. You need me, Gene. I can't... I can't go in there!'