"Just... voices," he says, his own voice very quiet. "I'm not sure what there is to talk about, really. None of them said anything I could understand. It wasn't even a language I recognized, in either place, which believe me, that's unusual."

Neal takes a deep breath as Doc speaks, closing his eyes as the man goes on. His tone drops to a whisper. "Maybe. Yeah."

He shakes his head as the image of Rey half-covered in white rises up in his mind's eye again. "Yeah. The fact that it would have been so easy to just. Miss her. That if it had snowed a little more before I showed up, she would have been covered. Just left there. And in a place like this... who would have known where to look? What even happened? And she didn't come back."

Neal hasn't really adjusted to the idea of the dead returning, not really. Somehow it only makes the fact that some don't that much worse. "No one where she's from will ever know what happened to her."