Exactly. Which leads me to believe that unless we were taken at exactly the same time, that the people back home probably don't even realize we're gone. Maybe we get sent back to the exact moment we left. Or maybe we're in both places at once, just sort of splintered. Maybe we're switching back and forth while we sleep, who fucking knows. I miss my books right now.
Hey, it's hardly our fucking fault we were born in a time with proper electricity and computers and air conditioning and good plumbing.
It's Vegas, of course it's beautiful. One big beautiful mess of lights and colours and noise. And all the fucking monsters in the shadows waiting to tear your throat out.