[Stuff going on back home - yeah, Bigby can understand that. There's always stuff going on back home. He spends most of his time here wondering if anyone picked up where he left off. Did they find the killer? Was that sick bastard Ichabod Crane ever dealt with? And Bloody Mary - that was one chick who needed some serious Mundie meds. How was life in Fabletown without him? It kept him up some nights.]

Not really. [He tapped his cigarette out in the small ash tray and reached in his pocket for his crumpled pack. He slid a cig out and offered her one - she looked like the sort who wouldn't turn her nose up at a smoke.]

Doubt anyone is really missing me back home. Funny thing is, this place really isn't all that different. Same shit, different day.