Iowa conjures cornfields, but what Regan says next is more important. Blue definitely misses a few signs there, but end of world is unmissable and her eyes widen; she nods, grimly. “Shit,” she says out loud, though she doesn’t know the sign for it, and switching back into sign, says “That’s terrible.”

Feeling like she needs to contextualize her lack of surprise, she hesitantly adds, “I actually...I know a lot of people living here who come from the end of the world?” She almost laughs. “My ex-girlfriend and one of my friends both had zombies. Different kinds of zombies! This place is crazy.”

Or maybe less crazy, considering.

“In Virginia we had magic. But no end of the world.”