It's hard to get words out, almost choking on her sobs, but she swallows hard, forces herself to speak. "We're not dead, we're not.." She couldn't quite get past it, because he was dead, he was, and there was nothing she could do about that but he was still here, somehow, and why hadn't anyone told her that the dead could come back here?

Maybe Glenn was right. Maybe she was dead, and this was an afterlife. Some kind of heaven, but with suburbs.

"I'm-" She swallowed again, "I'm in a park. Um. A few- a few blocks from where you wake up."