She frowned a little, reaching into her bag to pull out the walkie talkie she'd picked up. "There isn't anyone inside of this," she explained, not sure if Dean had this sort of device in his world, "but sometimes, there are voices. Coming from somewhere away from here."

Not terribly helpful voices, she supposed. But it was a fascinating change of pace.

She only hoped that her message might still somehow find a way to her aunt. But that didn't seem likely somehow.

In fact, she couldn't even begin to assess the probabilities. The variables were unreal.