He gets situated and Karen keeps her distance. She wants to reach out and hold him so badly that it's killing her not to be able to. Without knowing what to do with her hands, she pets and scratches at Max in an attempt to calm him down. If everything hurts to that extreme, she doesn't dare even sit on the edge of the bed. Even a slight movement might be excruciating.

"I'm not making any progress on the doors."

She blurts it out, something honest and a genuine concern for her. "We found the chapel, but I haven't made any further progress since. Everyone I talk to thinks that it's useless or a waste of time, and I know that I shouldn't let them get to me but it feels like I'm running in circles."

Her tongue grazes against her lips, and she glances down at Max. His big, goofy face seems to be smiling up at her and she can't stay down on herself when she's faced with that kind of admiration.

"I think there might be better uses of my time. But I wanted to find transport so badly, Frank. I wanted to find a way out of here, even if we can't go back home. We wouldn't have to be trapped."