That's what Kate said, that when she went home no time had passed at all. Like the world was frozen.

I hope that's not it. I don't want to go back right where I was, I want to have fucking vanished and have Jacob wondering forever how I got out and where I went.

[He makes a small pile of kindling, getting it started with a silver lighter from one of his pockets and blowing on it gently to get it to catch.]

But you're right. I don't want them to have anything of mine. Maybe the resistance has it. I don't know. Likely won't ever find out either.