[Likewise, Aubrey also mistakenly assumes they’re on the same page. Confusion, sure—but “why is that here,” not “what is it.”]

[She hasn’t noticed his focus followed, and plants a hand on the cheek facing him.] Earlier… you asked me to imagine somewhere safe. [Her brow furrows. That doesn’t sound right, but it’s what she responded to....] How did that get us here?