"Come on, Malcolm. Nothing in this town is benign. There's probably some freaky shit up there. And in the basement." She hadn't known about it before, but now she definitely wants to not stay here long-term. Her house is sad and empty now with Rey dead, but she hasn't found a better option just yet.

She comes and sits next to him and pulls the blanket around. She's glad she sleeps in her clothes; it means she's fully dressed here. There may be pjs somewhere that fit her, but she hasn't bothered to look into that. She hadn't planned to be in this place for so long, nearly a month now. Probably none of them had. And it didn't seem like anyone got out. You kept going or you died.

"You think this blizzard will let up anytime soon?"