Rosie clings to that hope as well. That Sabrina will remember, that she'll come back to them after whatever fight needs to happen--this time, and the next, and the next, she thinks, with a quiet and brief bitterness--still mostly unscathed. Maybe lost, for a little while, but easily found once more by the people who love her.

Still with one arm curved around the other girl, Rosie takes out her phone, sending a text to Nick and Charlie--not exactly the message Sabrina had dictated as she got up from the floor, but close enough and full of the details both boys need to hear. She'll keep her safe tonight, and one of them may do so tomorrow, and just like that, they'll get through until this is all over. Not until things return to normal, because it's clearer and clearer to Rosie that they'll never really have that at all.

She returns that sweet, sorrowful kiss as the taxi rolls to a stop outside Candlewood, pouring all her affection into it before she has to pull away. After paying the driver, she slides out of the car behind Sabrina and leads her inside, through the lobby and into the elevator. If she looks for any sign that the thing wearing Marcus is here, if she listens for the buzz of an insect swarm, it's only at the back of her mind; someplace she dares not acknowledge. Even so, she doesn't feel truly assured until they're at the apartment with the door locked behind them.

"So," she says as they stand there together, still with their arms wrapped around each other. "We're here now."