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Elaine doesn't want to have seen what she saw last night.

Not that place. Not her friend.

She hasn't been able to move since, and she's still shaking a little.

Not that place. Not her friend.

Elaine is sitting in a chair, knees to chest, bottle of beer in hand. It's the first one of the day, so no worries there.

She's not been back to her room, and she's not eaten anything today, either.

She might be afraid to close her eyes.

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"She was at the mouth of Hell, I saw it through the doors and there were demons and she pulled it down when she fell..."

That noise you hear? That's Michelle's brain going *pop*.

"The door opened to hell?"

Elaine just nods, and puts her head down on her knees.

At almost a complete loss, Michelle touches her back awkwardly.

This makes her nightmare seem like child's play.

Elaine's still shaking.

And for the first time since she's come to Milliways, she says in a small, small voice, "I want to go home."

"Elaine," Michelle whispers and realizes that her friend is shivering. She stands and goes to the bar and gets a blanket, since that's what she remembers to do in this situation.

She puts it around Elaine's shoulders, feeling even more awkward and wishing that Tony or Jack or anyone who was better at this kind of thing was here.

Elaine's not shivering because of cold, but accepts the gesture nevertheless.

Then, remembering something, she pinches her nose. "I never went back to my room. Ryan might be looking for me."

Although she's not sure at all that she wants him to see her like this. This is probably the worst she's been since her nightmares ended.

"Never went back...how long have you been down here like this?"

"Since last night. When it happened. Just...I just couldn't move. I just...couldn't."

Michelle touches her back again. "I can't even imagine seeing something like that."

Elaine nods and takes another drink. She could have done without it.

Talking to someone has helped, though. She's beginning to shiver a little less.

"I wish I had not." She rubs her eyes. "I think...I think there are some people going after her."

"To hell? There are people going to hell to get someone back? Is that possible?"

"I do not know. This place is confusing."

She finally uncurls herself a little, placing her feet on the floor and folding her arms on the table so she can rest her head down on them.

She is just so tired.

"It is," Michelle whispers. "I know how it feels to be afraid to close your eyes."

Elaine nods. "Nightmares?"

"Yes, but also things that you can't unsee."

"Too many of those," she agrees.

Michelle puts her hand on Elaine's shoulder, "Eventually you have to sleep."

Elaine's eyes close for a little longer than a blink before she opens them again. "I know. I should go back upstairs, I suppose."

"Are you going to be okay?"

She'd told Angelo earlier that she was sure she would be.

Now, for some reason, she wasn't quite so sure. "I don't know," she says.

"If anyone can rescue your friend, it's the people in this bar."

Her eyes have been closed for a lot longer than a blink. "I know," she mumbles faintly. "I think I'm just..."

Asleep.

"Elaine?"

No, she's really asleep.

"disappointed. sorry," she mumbles. Yes, she's already dreaming.