This whole fucking world is the biggest bunch of bullshit I've ever seen. And I've seen a lot of shit. What's the fucking point? Huh? Like someone somewhere is like: Faye, the universe is giving you one shot at happiness and that's all you're fucking getting. Is this really as much as I deserve? Shit. It probably is. So whatever happens to this place... it's over. Any promise of love and happiness is over. Shot to hell.

*And thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol she's been knocking back, her anger turns to sadness. Anyone who knows Faye will know that she must be pretty wasted because she doesn't offer up her vulnerable side to anyone*

They killed him... the filthy bastard monsters... they killed him. Because he saved me first. He made me safe...and now he's gone. Always, always trying to keep me safe. And he's gone...

*The next noise she made was a strangled mix between a sob and a scream*

He's supposed to come back! That's the rule! The dead come back. So where is he? Where is he?!

Why haven't you come back to me...?

[There's the sound of someone inhaling very deeply before releasing a long, satisfied breath.]

Almost there...

[It may be early morning but when you have a hankering for some peanut brittle, it doesn't matter what time of the day it is. Besides, with all the restless nights of zombie attacks, he is getting his sugar fix, dangit.

The sweet peanutty scent should be strong as it wafts from the galley, and there's the sound of a metal pan being set down on the table.]

Don't tell me I'm out of sea salt. [*Clatter, shuffle*] ....they didn't get in here and make a mess, did they... -ah-hah!

I don't suppose anyone's considered not going back to the world they're meant to be returning to when and if the time comes? Not speaking for myself, of course, but it would be a neat trick if it could be pulled off. There's quite a bit I'd like to take back with me and it would be a shame if I had to leave it all behind.