Except that it's China, Myka. You know, before you came, I was dying to leave the train. Then you came, and it was okay, and I started making friends. Now you want me to leave in the middle of a country whose language I don't speak, and god knows what else is different? What sort of new life can we have without the hope of going back to our world, and our Pete, and Artie and Leena?