Okay, maybe Patty didn’t think this through. She was leaving, and then this image hit her, of Allison walking in the dark, alone, and ‘cause it’s Allison, she’ll trip over a gravestone and twist her ankle or something. And unfortunately, Patty cares too much to leave her there. So she turns back, finds Allison having a panic attack six feet down, and Allison’s leaning on her and waiting for Patty to lead them when Patty realizes she doesn’t know the way back. She admits it, and Allison only says, nonchalantly, fine now that Patty’s here, “At least we're lost together.”

(btw do you have an ao3? bc i’d like to gift this to you if you want when i post it there)