Petit
The other shoe did drop. You may have me, and Jack and Anne and Artan... but you're alone.
That's the other shoe, Petit. You're on your own. Even the man that's your father in our world doesn't know you. Which is a shame. I rather liked having Remy as a friend. And Logan. We all lost a great many friends in our move to this world. You lost your husband. Artan... never had anyone to begin with, from what I know, and we all lost someone we'd rather have back.
That'd be the hardest part for me, really. I have Jack, and bless the fates I do, but he's a necessity, where all of the others were comforts. And nobody's quite comfortable.
It may seem perfect to you, but to me, I can see beyond mutation, supernatural occurrences, and other paltry things to get at the root.
We're not rooted here. This isn't home. It never will be. And whatever we left behind may move on while we're here.