He follows her, trepidation growing in him--and when he sees it he almost wishes he hadn't asked. It's... that place. Their shared vision or madness or alternate reality or whatever it was. It chills him right to the bone to see it and he swallows and rubs his arms.

"I hate it. It shouldn't be so part of us that we can't stop it." He's glad that he didn't try to paint, lord knows what he would have come out with.

"Are you okay, El?"