It's a harder question to answer than it should be, but the truth of the matter is, Molly doesn't know. She's running on autopilot, without a clue as to what she's supposed to do next. Just a few months ago, she'd been having a panic attack in the park after finding out that two of her closest friends are gone. Now she doesn't have the energy for that, feeling dazed more than anything else, without a clue as to what she's supposed to do.

All she can really do, she supposes, is come right out with it. There's no sense in dancing around the subject here. Taking a seat beside Katie, she draws in a deep breath, deceptively calm and collected when she speaks. She's always been good at compartmentalizing; she's not sure it's ever been so necessary. "Lee's gone," she says, as simple as that. "I woke up this morning, and... he wasn't there anymore."