[ No matter what memory fuckery that is going on, Elizabeth remembers dying. She remembers feeling like she was stuck between worlds. Whether that's real or not remains to be seen. For now, Elizabeth was focused on finding some people here, to see if this afterlife was even real. The neatly packaged homes, decorated as if they had just moved in were strange to her, unsettling... so she needed out.

She needed to find Bigby.

Elizabeth finds him, maybe because she's use to seeing him run to the Complex's lounge area for solace. He turns and the shattering of his glass catches her off guard. He's on her in a warm, welcoming embrace and she freezes. She's never had someone hug her so passionately, with so much welcome and it's something foreign. Unknown.

He's hugging her so tight she can barely breath and soon, he apologizes.

Soon, she pulls back enough to crack her hand down onto his face. Her eyes glossed and she'll finally bark out: ]

T-That's for lying to me... for being whatever role you played in this whole thing... for contributing -

[ And another slap, enough to cause his face to flush red. ]

And that's for doing something as stupid as ... dying ... for me...

[ He sees her cry now, the confliction culminating in her face as she cries for him. ]