Her hand is still on the lever, locked in as if it can ground her to the situation. It's an echo of what she's just lived, despite the fact that her ears are still ringing and she can still taste the combination of dust and smoke on her tongue.

Do nightmares always repeat themselves so clearly? This hasn't happened to her before.

"Bellamy?" she asks, looking at his face, searching for an answer. Does he remember what she just happened or is it just her? She can't imagine being trapped alone in this circular hell, but the idea of him being caught in it too makes it worse. "Did he...Emerson...he blew the door. Do you remember?"

She sounds insane, but she has to know.