"We're all one big batshit crazy family?" Sam asked, covering Joanie's twisting hands with one of his own. "I guess. It's like we're on our own planet. Sometimes it doesn't seem real. And...I'm sort of anxious about what will happen. What if none of us can function outside of Bellum Letale?" He didn't want to stay here forever, and he didn't want to play fairytales and goblins and lions and tigers and bears, oh my, for the rest of his life either. "I don't know," he shrugged, but squeezed Joanie's hand. "I'm not going anywhere without you though, so...sorry."