"I'm sorry," Annabelle says quietly. Sorry that they were hunted, sorry that they were forced into a corner, sorry that they've ended up in a strange world.

"I never got attached to any particular place, growing up," she says, looking at the clouds. "We moved around all the time, you see."

She tries to put her feelings into words. She puts her other hand over her heart. "Home's in here, really. My friends, my...calling, are with me wherever I am."

"Maybe...if you figure out the what, the where will take care of itself?" she suggests with a small smile.