Is there? [She takes another bite of apricot] I died, back in my home. It wasn't nice I tell you, then I woke up on the train. Unnatural it might be; but I sort of like being alive.

[She smiles and because she's been here long enough to understand a little of how the students who end up here often think she adds] If one of your friends dies here they just come back, they are not gone forever. Do you not think that is special?