[ Elliot thinks it's just a dream. That means he has to collect himself before he tips his hand, before he lets Elliot know any more of this horrible truth than he's already seen. He mops at his face, taking in deep, steadying breaths until the vertigo passes. ]

We... We have to get out of here. I have to keep you safe. We— We have to get out. Get back... Back home.

[ Yes, home. Their little cramped apartment, Elliot's cat. The home that Nightray Manor never was. If Elliot's here, if this is really Elliot, then— Can he use Raven? Can he justify it? What if he passes out and Humpty gets loose? Gilbert's head jerks back, eyes on Vanessa's grave through the dense thicket of trees. He can't see but a glimpse of it, but he knows it's there. Knows they fastened her head back in place with a black ribbon like some terrible macabre joke. ]

Come on, let's— Let's find a way out.