Crazy as it sounds, I don't doubt this. Being in a magical fucking place where the world didn't end. I don't doubt that I'm here and this is happening.

[Maybe that is crazy. This, out of everything, should feel like the waking nightmare, where things change daily and maybe you're safe today but you're not tomorrow. And yet, this somehow feels more tangible than the dead walking and people murdering at will.]

But I know eventually I have to go back to what seems like the same unreal disaster playing out every day.

[This probably isn't going to be a fair question, but she's had a lot to drink, and this is what happens when she drinks. Maybe he's not always sure of his own morals, but he's here, and he's listening, at least.]

Is that good or bad or just selfish? To want to be here instead of there?