(beat) But the real barrier… the deeper one… that’s to keep you in.
They tell you the barrier is to keep things out. Monsters. Memories. The hands that touched you in the dark.
The deepest barrier wasn’t the door. Or the name. Or the distance.
The younger girl on the TV stops laughing. She just stares out, as if seeing her future self through the lens.
She picks up the letter. Her hand steadies.