There he is. Neil would die in our world, but he's got enough grit and eat-my-shit energy that he'd make it at least a few days.

It's funny how it kinda feels like Neil's always been around. A brief flicker of a smile tugs at a corner of my lips before I lean back in my chair, arms crossed.

"You want me to bake you a cake? I had to climb in through your fucking window to find out."