Shawn sighed loudly and defeatedly, but still managed to crack a joke. "Oh no. Anything but that Magic Head."
Squirming on the bed, he fiddled with the pillow, choosing his words carefully so they'd at least make sense to a noob. "This place... this world we ended up in? People come and go from it all the time. Sometimes they come back, sometimes they don't. You, for example oh Super Smeller himself. This is your third appearance here, but I doubt you remember the previous ones, else you wouldn't be so freaked out about... him." Shawn glanced at the photo next to him before continuing.
"People.. disappear all the time, at any time, with no warning. So, what's the point Gus? What's the goddamn point in anything when it can be ripped away without any warning?"