"Allison?" Confusion appears, overriding that odd emptiness that had been on her face when Tara hears her voice. She'd talked to her before, they'd been talking on the phone outside and she wonders absurdly if she hadn't gone out, if it would have still happened - if she'd be dead now, if the apartment would have gotten like that one way or another.

She makes that noise without meaning to, the noise that only Jax has heard; it's a noise like a wounded animal, and her face just falls when Allison asks if she'd hurt, and it's so ridiculous, it's ridiculous because she's not hurt, she's not hurt, she's dead. She's dead, and her sons and Jax are alone, and she's a dead woman walking and the sound - the sound turns into an odd mix of a laugh and a sob because what she said was just the wrong question or the right one.

"I'm dead," she says with no preamble, because that's the answer. She's dead, and there's no changing it.