"We could," she says, letting out a soft huff of breath when he squeezes her so tightly. She knows it'll be different, wants it to be--no terrifying dungeon, at least, and hopefully no murderous gingerbread men either--but she still looks towards where Charlie's sitting with Sabrina, unable to shake the memory of how they'd both been hurt half a year ago.

Hurt, and nearly killed. She still hasn't mentioned those last few minutes to Nick or Sabrina, the way the goblins had simply disintegrated in front of them as they huddled close in the corner of that narrow room, and she doesn't know if she ever will.

"All of us would be together," she says. "Whatever happened, if anything, we would all be going through it as a group this time."