Chloe's smile falters. Her story? Wow, where do I even begin? Flashes of the past week rush in her mind-- Nathan, the gun, Frank, the swimming pool, the dark room... Rachel's body. Chloe lingers for a moment in that last memory; the smell of rotting flesh hits her nose but she dismisses it. Chloe knows it not real. It's just her mind playing tricks on her.

And now she sees the tornado in her head, vivid and haunting, just as it had been when she first saw it by the lighhouse. Chloe didn't want to re-live it; especially not to some little kid she just met. Instead, she lets out a little chuckle. "Yeah, I am lost. I just got here," Chloe tells Chara. Although not really willing to share her story, Chloe actually likes Chara. Chara reminds her of herself and Max when they were little kids themselves: always exploring on their own, so keen on discovering everything they could. She winks at the child. "Mind giving me a tour of the place?"