"Glenn?" she breathes, staring into the face of her brother-in-law. For a moment, she thinks, we're okay, he found me, we'll find Maggie, everything's gonna be -

And then he asks about the dog. In a voice that sounds so familiar, he doesn't come over to hug her or ask her what's going on. He looks at her like she's a stranger and asks if she owns a dog. It's worse than being here alone, somehow.

Beth takes another step back from her bed, and another, until she's pressed up against a chest of drawers. "You don't...you don't recognize me?"