Karen knows what he's doing as soon as he starts in the direction of the safe, and it seems like it might be the best idea. NO one else will ever stumble upon it, and she doesn't have to make any decisions now or even soon, which is for the best when she knows she isn't exactly thinking straight. After everything that's happened tonight, it would be impossible to. Besides, this probably wouldn't be the time for it, anyway. She doesn't know how what happened at the screening was possible or what she actually saw, but she doesn't think she should decide what to do while reeling from seeing her dead brother brought to life again, blaming her for what happened to him.

"It can stay there for now," she says, nodding as she takes his hand and gets to her feet. She's exhausted, not just tonight but the last two weeks weighing on her, as if it's all caught up to her at once. Maybe now it will finally end. Her demons will be her own; there won't always be ghosts lurking in the edges of her vision. "Jesus, I'm tired."

He knows, though, and the world hasn't ended. Nothing has changed or broken. She knew that would be the case, but actually going through with it is something else entirely.