...They're gone. The ...the footholds I carved into the walls...

[Yeah, he knows exactly what she's talking about. He had one too, but it couldn't be just that. No, he's certain it was real. It was too vivid, too lingering. So many horrible things happened, and he-]

My room is the same ...but things beyond. It is like a clean slate. I-I don't know how or why.