Beginning to feel more grounded with the contact as she curls into his side with the squeeze, Nel is not so afraid as she had initially felt when she learned she had lost a day of time entirely. So when prompted, she focuses on that feeling of waiting as she stares across the room and passed what she sees, “It was...” For someone? No, something. Something to arrive? Not quite. “...for something to end,” she says with a sense of correctness born of instinct, not knowledge.