“Oh, it’s better. Much better. I’ve, uh, a lot of us ship-people here came straight from the ship, and there’s… people, Cass, it’s a whole town of people, and there’s forests and plants and cliffs and bugs and weather, real weather. Things actually work here. I can talk to people about things like ink-making and gardening, and they can actually show me.”

A hand disappears from where it’d been holding onto Cass. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, we still have problems. The town’s cursed and there’s demons and stuff. A few months ago people got eaten from the inside out and possessed by bugs, and I think there’s a lake that shows you corpses?” Uh.

“But it’s not… we don’t have to be in pain, anymore. The world is real. And I’m broadcasting again.”