Dead.
Everyone is dead.
Wolf.
Newt.
Teresa.
Chuck.
They are all dead.
Ada sees them dying.
Paralysed with fear.
"Kid! Hey! Wake up!"
Ada sits up with a start and nearly head buts Minho.
"You alright kid?"
Minho...
She wipes her nose on her sleeve, "yeah. Fine."
"Really? You were screaming like nobody's business?" He plops down next to her.
"I- it was just a bad dream." She knows she can't tell him, he wouldn't understand.
"You can talk to me if you want, I'm meant to be the Leader."
Shit.
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try me. I've been through some klunk in my time."
"I-" She struggles to think of something, anything to make him feel like he helped, "All my friends think I'm dead, most of them are dead. I probably know about four people out of sixty who aren't dead."
He releases a heavy breath, "I've been there. You from Group B?"
"Not quite." It's almost amusing, he recognises the situation but not the girl.
"Where are you from Ada? I don't remember seeing you anywhere before the Flat Trans."
"You wouldn't."
"What?"
"Nothing." She closes her eyes and flops back down, Minho sits with her for a moment before lying down next to her.