Figure out new stuff. Yeah. He'd never have thought he'd be grateful for the Rift for dumping them both here in this godforsaken universe but - in its own roundabout way, it's made things easier where they weren't, before. That thing doesn't stalk him every minute of every day, the oil slick of nightmare wrapped around the trace edges of his mind.

It's like they can be normal, almost. Living with their respective shit instead of vehemently denying it ever existed.

"Yeah," he says. He strums the tuned instrument thoughtfully, pleased at the sound that comes arcing from the strings. "Yeah, who knows? Maybe go busking sometime."