Isabelle wants to keep fighting. She wants to argue and until she's breathless, and search until her legs give out, and find a way back home until it works, or it kills her, whichever happens first. But she's starting to find herself at a loss, all arguments and questions and answers slipping between her fingers. She might actually be stuck here. There might be no way home. Her family might not be around.

"We have to." But there's defeat in her voice, and she sits down in a chair at the table without invitation or asking permission. "We can't be stuck here. I have to find my friends. I have to get home."