"Well, on the bright side I expect Dr. House would find a physiological cause for it," she half murmurs. "Or he'd corroborate my experience. Though it won't be an issue." There's a certainty to that, which is alternately comforting and desolate. She won't remember all the awful things, but she won't know how to steer the real world in a better direction.

"It's liberating, though, in a sense. Ultimately the City doesn't have consequences beyond its boundaries, so we're not bound by the expectations and mores of our respective realities, unless we decide to remain so." Which most do, which she does as well, by and large. But she appreciates the food for contemplation. "A left up ahead," she adds with a little nod.