Not Twin Peaks. But there are, shall we say, certain similarities between the two small towns.

Beverly nods wordlessly, and follows Moiraine back to the bar, needing no further instruction to stay in the light.

Once they're settled at a table inside, with tea and hot chocolate, respectively, she relaxes some, but still seems unsure, hesitant to talk.

"I really wish there was someone else here you could talk to. Bill, or Mike, or...someone. They could probably tell it better than I can."