The child snuggles her teddy bear comfortably.

Eventually, they get back to the orphanage.

And Jeb is waiting for her there, with Grandma Scarlett.

Girl still unresponsive?

No she's snuggling her teddy bear and smiling happily.

"… Hello?"

"Hello, dearie," says Grandma Scarlett, smiling kindly. Jeb takes the girl off Rachel's hands, cradling her like someone who has practice with this.

"Do I – is it over the news, or…?"

"Oh, no, not at all. I expect you'll want some explanations, yes? Would you like to come inside for some tea?"

"I… suppose so? – Is she going to be alright?"

"Yes, of course, we'll make sure she has everything she needs."

She starts making her way inside. Jeb's already disappeared into the Orphanage with the girl in his arms.

Rachel follows.

"Do I need to – I don't know, tell someone about this?"

"Someone?" she inquires as they walk into the Orphanage. The tea is already being heated.

"The… cops? I don't know, missing child driven kinda vigilante-style to an orphanage, seems like the system should know about her."

"Oh, the system knows about her, but when it was the system that did this to her in the first place, you won't see any news about this case."

"… It might be a bit much to say the system caused – that?"

"No, dear, it really mightn't."

Pause. "Do I want to know?"

"No. But you should, anyway." There's suddenly a whistle from the kitchen. "Oh, that would be the tea." Grandma Scarlett goes to get it.

Rachel follows. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that the tea is ready," she explains, getting biscuits and teacups.

"– But why should I hear the story, I mean."

"Because you're on her side, now."

She offers Rachel her cup of tea.

Rachel takes it.

"… What do you mean?"

Grandma Scarlett returns to the living room with her own tea.

"She comes to us in dreams, see. Lucid dreams—like the things you hear, the voices that come from nowhere. That's her."