"Oh yeah, that's good wilderness too, but more flat than where I'm at. We have big mountains that get full of snow. But not the kind you wanna ski down unless we started logging out the trees or something." He's sure if the world hadn't ended some big time developer would eventually buy a mountain and try to make a ski lodge and the people of Hope County would have a whole different kind of war on their hands.

"I forget everything, because my brain is basically three week old guac from the back of the fridge at this point. So if I don't recognize you like, tomorrow, that's just cuz I suck." He shrugs, as if he's admitting he sometimes sets his keys down in weird places and not that he often has the actual memory of a goldfish. "Oh yeah, it happens. Clara was dead in her world too and then showed up here. Tho timing is a little weird, I was dead for about seventeen years before getting sucked into the pleasure cruise of the damned. And I only know it's been that long cuz a buddy of mine from back home is also here and let me tell you it is fucking weird that he's in his fifties now. Shit is bizarre."