"My friend Hellie died," she says, quietly, grateful for the way he squeezes her hand. She's never told anyone this story before, so it takes her a little while before she knows what comes next. "She overdosed on Fentynyl. I was trying to keep her safe, but I wasn't even there, and...she was solid. She was so real. That I didn't even know she was dead until afterwards. I just curled up next to her and slept and then, in the morning, when I realised it was a gray not Hellie, not...alive, anyway, they just...they were just going to throw her away, Caleb. Like trash. Just discard her." A tear rolls down Alex's cheek. "She was perfect, and they were just going to throw her in the trash."