She sinks back down to sit on her feet again. "I tried to go get Abe, but the door was gone, so I stayed here for -- god, I don't know, almost another week? I couldn't find you again."

Calling that figure 'you' doesn't seem right; it wasn't Red.

Liz scrubs her free hand over her face, and decides: screw it, she's going to get through the rest of her part of this now. "A couple of us investigated. There was a hospital, by the lake -- it looked a lot like the abandoned ones out on Roosevelt Island." She glances up at him again. "We went in, we got separated, I disarmed a guy with a crossbow, and I pulled out the psychic he had strapped to a bed.

"The hospital disappeared while we were outside, and," her mouth twists faintly upward; apologetic, for all the questions she can't answer, "there you were."