Grant: This is you. I know it’s bare, but Xander is sending over all kinds of junk for you tomorrow.
Kore: Rhelan…I just…thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Grant: Rest well, Eugene will be difficult to handle tomorrow.
Narration(Kore): A bed, a nightstand. A picture on the wall… doesn’t look like the house of the second-in-command of Eynhallow.
Narration(Kore): Given…Xander’s taste…
Narration(Kore): But who am I too judge a thing like that? Is this really happening now or has this all happened years ago?
Narration(Kore): Back when Ves Xander’s name was Thanos Shane?
Narration(Kore): Outside I hear all of Eynhallow… car horns, footsteps, people bartering, arguing,
Narration(Kore): it has to be an illusion.
Grant: What is it?! What’s the matter?!
Grant: It’s a warm night for December. I’ll fix it tomorrow, gives me an excuse to avoid Eugene for a day.
Kore: You’re right. I could heal Shane. I didn’t believe it before. I can’t hide from this anymore.
Kore: I could just heal Shane and leave.
Grant: Like I said, don’t do anything drastic until tomorrow.
Grant: We’ll work this out, Kore, don’t worry.
Grant: Gor blasted dad gum complicated folks like heck I’m going back to bed.