She nods at that. He's right, of course. She'd told Claire all we have is now. The future isn't really a thing she's ever had much luxury of thinking about. The only time she'd really started, the world had come back and shown her why that was fucking pointless. If they all die here, it doesn't matter what was unfinished.

She thinks of all the half-finished woodwork in Joel's now empty house. The shells of guitars he'll never put together. Wood still clamped in place, like he'll come back to it. That's what people leave behind. Maybe if they all die here, they won't leave anything, no trace, less than the people who must have been here before. Maybe they'll leave those undone tiny things, hints of who they were. She doesn't know. It's all the same in the end.

"I wonder if that's where I got that knife," she says, slowly. "Behind one of those gates in the tunnels. Everything was stone, like...weird fucking stone. This was way back like maybe a week after we all woke up here, so...we didn't know about tunnels or any of that shit. There was barely anything we could get to. But if we can go to sleep and wake up somewhere weird on accident, I dunno. Maybe one of those crazy magic types can do it on purpose." That sounds bananas, but it's no more bananas than the fact that she got the knife in the first place.