[Five days, almost completely alone, with no end in sight. Depending on people to help who never cared about you, who don't have a reason to get involved besides caring about you, for whom it may well be easier to just ignore it.

Atem's got memories of what that kind of isolation feels like. How hard it can be, to come out of it.

He stands, reaches out, puts a hand on Riley's upper arm, if she doesn't flinch away.]

You're never going back. Not for good!

You might dream it. You might remember more. But you'll come back here when it's over. And, even if a way to go home is eventually found...

...no one's going to make you use it.

I should have said, "welcome back." I should have said it a month ago! Sorry I didn't. I didn't take the time to understand.