She can just hear the optimism in daughter's voice through the fog and distortions surrounding them all. The atmosphere seemed claustrophobic, even as she could barely make out the others around them-she assumed they were all around here.

Her eyes narrowed, just able to make out the form of her daughter through the changing lights and fog, and she clung to that as much as the tether. She could just make her out the hand reaching for her.

"Just a little farther." Though if she was saying this to Cassie or herself, she couldn't be sure.