Nancy, when not overwhelmed by her nightmares and deepest fears, sometimes allowed herself to think about more frivolous things like whether or not she liked her job. She liked her boss, Tom. He'd let her get away with plenty of bullshit. Sometimes she liked the zen-like quality of restocking shelves and the other menial tasks he put her on. Sometimes she remembered she had a half completed college degree and was supposed to be doing more.
(Ha! The only thing she could really do with her life now was try not to end the world with it.)
All in all, it wasn't so bad.
Nancy liked pretending to be normal with Wilbur. She tried harder. Today she'd even put on make up again, even though she was wearing jeans, a thrift store wonder woman t-shirt and flip flops. In a nostalgic moment of girlyness, she'd even painted her toe nails.
"How about you?"
Because that was what normal people asked each other.