Murphy just nodded at first, sort of dazed as he thought about it. He remembered having to carry her out of the maze last month, coughing and bloody and dying. Lending him the necklace her father had given her, for good luck.

Cunningham had been sick, too. He had almost lost both of them.

"Just met Heather shortly after I... came here." He gestured with one hand to their surroundings, indicating here in a more general sense. "Cunningham, though -- she was in the crash that I told you about as well. We were... the only ones who made it out."

He paused, figuring what Alex might be thinking about.

"As far as I know, it's just us. But I don't go around askin' everybody."