I frankly don't see a problem with making out with all the girls in this place, but then I'm that kind of sick fuck, apparently. Someone get me a beer. I hear Christmas is coming up.

I hope no one actually wants any presents.

I was able to escape one world destruction back home. And my luck isn't something to take to Vegas. What are the chances of having another near miss? I don't know. There's no button pushing involved though.

Damn. This City doesn't give you a straight answer or let you sort things out with the facts.

I miss Laurie. I miss New York. I miss...everything familiar. I haven't got a chance to see what came to be after--that.