Out there. [ He points upward, through the ceiling, out toward the waste. ] Your boy, your Peter, and one that isn't here any more. They... wanted to help me. Wanted me to come back here. Didn't know that this wasn't a place to help anyone.

[ He looks around, eye landing on the only chair in the place. He pushes it toward her, then pushes it again, coming within arm's reach before he retreats again. ]