[video]

[paterelohim]

[The video opens to Chuck, sitting on a bed and still looking like shit- pale, dark circles under his eyes, and in bad need of chapstick. He's been here two days and has barely said a word to anybody in that time, and barely come out of the cabin he apparently lives in now except for food and seeing men about horses. He has the bleary look of

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[Video]

[beyondimagining]

Are you sick, sir? Only, I've never heard of someone sleeping that long unless they were feeling ill.

[Video]

[paterelohim]

I dunno, kid. I think so, but I think I might be getting over it.

Re: [Video]

[beyondimagining]

That is some good news, at the least. This isn't a good place to be feeling sick.

[paterelohim]

What, do the fairy thugs have some objection to the flu?

[beyondimagining]

Not that I've heard? But I shouldn't think there is much here in the way of medicine.

[paterelohim]

...Good point. [This is a depressed-looking Chuck, just now realizing exactly how cut off he is from everything decent about modern civilization. Oh goody.]

[beyondimagining]

Sorry, I've just been thinking about that recently.

[paterelohim]

No, it's okay. It's fine. You're fine. [Said somewhat faintly. Chuck kind of has the thousand-yard-stare thing going on.] How, uh- how long have you been stuck here?

[beyondimagining]

About two weeks now, I think. I might have lost track of the days a little.

[paterelohim]

We need a calendar. I don't wanna lose track of Purim. Or the days of the week. Or-

-Am I supposed to hate this place already? I feel like I should be giving it a chance first.

[beyondimagining]

[Will considers this thoughtfully.]

I don't think one can hate a place, really. The circumstances that have brought us here, possibly. And perhaps it is possible to hate a person. But a place simply is.

Even if I still think there is something about the wood here that feels dreadfully wrong.

[paterelohim]

No, I can definitely hate a place. I hate this place. It doesn't even have plumbing.

[beyondimagining]

That isn't so bad. It is like camping, almost.

[paterelohim]

Yeah, well. [Crankiness.] Maybe.

[beyondimagining]

It could be worse, I suppose. But since we're here, there isn't much sense in complaining.

[paterelohim]

It makes us feel better.