In that they're few and far between, yeah. But he's got his shit, I got my shit- and now we got a bridge and sometimes shit I"m used to sleeping through wakes him up, or shit he's used to not being scared of terrifies the fuck out of me-

We're okay but. It makes things ahrder sometimes. We're dealing.

[ Water. Water, water, beautiful water. Tasty water. Stairs are... ]

I'm gonna need help.