Joel.

[Her tone firms, and just as hardened is her determination that he not fall prey to the thing from which he just escaped. He pulls away just enough to give her an anguished look and Evelyn sets herself, cupping his face with both hands and dragging his wandering gaze back to her.]

You are not going back there. This place fabricates illusions. She won't be there, and she is not your daughter.

Do you understand?