Claire's hair handcuffs Kate's fingers, the sand-encrusted knots snagging painfully at Kate's well-meaning gesture.

Claire flinches at the touch, and her unwashed hand collides with Kate's cheek.

Claire screams about lies, and axes, about abduction and where is my baby where is my baby and you bitch you bitch and Kate soaks it in, revels in the sound of Claire's voice echoing off the walls of the dark hole.

And it is only when Claire's screams turn to choking and gasping and sobs that Kate takes her face in her hands, her tongue in her lips, and

They are in darkness, drenched in sadness, and nothing has changed.