Peggy tries to keep one hand over her ear in order to block out the sounds, trying to fight the onslaught of memories that want to accost her. They're there at the edges, but she refuses to let them overwhelm her, especially as she squints and seeks out where the path leads.

"There," she shouts. "There, I think I see something, like a door of a building," she says, trying to gaze through the trees.