What else is there to know? She doesn't have anyone else to ask about because they're all dead. Everyone that she had ever loved or even cared about even a little is dead.

She swallows, trying to keep her chest from aching. "I have to go."

The chair almost tips over she stands up so fast, but it hits the wall with a thud. She doesn't flinch, only repeats herself. "I have to go." Without another word, she sprints out the door. Three guesses where she is going in the middle of the night, barefoot and in her pajamas.