. sinister to the noise.“Justin, I think things have gone very wrong in this world.”“No shit,” he said. “My little sister wants to capture m....”“No, look at the horizon. Listen to those sounds.”He stood still for a moment, studying the distance. I pressed up against him, feeling the solid presence of his body. He was something real and tangible from our universe. I drew comfort from his arm being around me. I rested my head on his shoulder.“We’re going to get back to our reality, and turn off. )Anyway, I don't have any kind of system like Sully did, but I like to think about what I'd do in certain situations. They're pretty general, but I think they're important. For example, some guy breaks in to your house, and you shoot him. Do you drag him all the way inside the house? Your state law matters in cases like that, and you need to be 100% fucking sure what to do in advance, because the neighbors are probably gonna call the cops when you put that "and stepped on" round into his. Steve had known several lesbians and lesbian couples over the course of his previous life, and he'd suspected that Theresa, at least, was more interested in women than men, if she cared about men at all. Conseula had struck him as straight, but he'd been preoccupied enough with their situation that he hadn't really formed a strong opinion either way.Now, seeing the two together, he decided that their previous orientations were moot; Conseula was sitting in Theresa's lap, and the way Theresa was. The woman thanked her, and tried to put a coin in her hand but Grace refused. Money might be tighter than she would have liked, but she wasn't reduced to taking money for favours. Well, not those sorts of favours anyway!Grace ran her hands down the back of the tall gentleman. He was only a couple of years older than herself, which was a definite improvement on the first week of working at the massage parlour. He would be her last client of the night before she could go home and she was looking.