I don't know, but, I do know you're right. It has our names. It can't just be matches. ( It can't just be a prison world, or a sibling of Jo's. It can never just be.

Her hand taps her box, as if it's a pet that needs the attention and not as a creepy nuisance. ) Yours follows you, I follow mine. I haven't let it out of my sight. ( She does sigh then. She trains her eyes on Stefan again. ) But, I should find blood soon. Have you eaten? ( Not drank, Stefan. Eaten. )