"Is it wrong that I hope you're right and we're all just in the same coma ward or something like that?" Sam asked. The thought had crossed his mind too. Or worse that this was some kind of weird afterlife or limbo ground, though the fact that George was here and genuinely seemed as lost as the rest of them didn't seem to give that theory much weight.
"I can't really take credit for being too prepared," Sam said, slowly. "Shannon's the one that's managed to gather food and asprin and everything. Weirdly enough her situation prior to being here did prepare her for this kind of thing."