‘Well,’ he thought to himself. ‘At least if I never make it back home or… whatever I am, at least I’ve got a guaranteed job as one of those massage people.’ Glancing down at the bug-horse in his lap, humming to herself as he patted her stomach, he had a follow-up thought. ‘Just… if there is a god then please don’t make this a ‘happy ending’ type scenario. I can only take so much.’