Billy scowls hard at her accusation - what the fuck is she talking about? But then it hits him that she’s here, so with a hard grip, the blond starts them in a direction. It’s difficult, being outside of the city, but when the terrain changes from grass and plants into purple sand, Billy knows the way.

He Leads them past some caves and right to a ramshackle cabin. It looks like the blond‘s been trying to fix it up, and when he leads her in and snaps the door shut, it blocks out the weather.

"…So you’re real. Not an energy storm manifestation." He puts some space between them, hands shaking as he unclips the tape player and sets it on his bed. It looks barren, with the exception of a pile of strange shells on the hearth of a sturdy fireplace. The rain wet his shirt enough to make the fabric translucent - there’s bandages wrapped around his shoulder. "Haven't seen you since May I think it is. This place is weird. Filled with freaks," though that word doesn’t sound like an insult - just an observation. Promised you I was gonna try and be better and then you disappeared."