If they were ill, they might not have gotten a chance. Intoxication, drugs, battery died, lotta possibilities.

Kate. Not that Kate, obviously. Though I had a sister named Elizabeth, too.

[ It slips out before she can catch herself and while the regret is immediate, Kate doesn't want to dwell on it or force herself to slow down, her mind racing in various directions, jumping from one idea to another. ]

Been here a little over a month now. Group of us arrived from another universe, a city called the City. Fake NYC.