[Nanami's fever has spiked worse than anything. She sounds a little woozy.

She breathes in and rattles, then coughs.]

Listen. I've been thinking.

The people who disappear...

... How do we know they're not going to able to find them and follow them?

What's the difference? [Rattle.] No matter how you leave, what's stopping them from figuring out how to get to you?

[A long pause.]

Don't say anything about the hospital.

I know, already.