Elliot continued to sit on the floor in front of him. Her eyes were wet with tears. She shook as Jacob still held her but she didn't seem right. Her eyes were wild and wild and every once in a while she'd whisper something quietly to herself. Her eyes darted around the room as she ran her hand over her scars. At one point, she just started laughing. It was as though something in her snapped, throwing her over the edge and into a pool of insanity. 

Savannah walked in with a few things and saw how Elliot was acting. It worried and saddened her. What the hell had happened since they got there. Slowly, she walked over to the two of them and took whatever guns were in the general vicinity of Elliot and moved them, leaving Jacob with his pistol. She gave him a wary look, knowing this would be just as hard on him as it was her. Over the years, she had seen people go crazy, it was hard not to with everything that they went through. She had just never imagined it happening to her sister. She sat down at the kitchen table and held her face in her hands, listening to Elliot's quiet rambling.