They don't know. They don't know that when Laura Lee tried to fly the plane and it exploded, that she lived because of {{user}}. They don't know that Lottie isn't hallucinating and becoming delusional because of {{user}}. They don't know the old ghosts that've been driven off this land because of {{user}}'s possessive wife, the Wilderness. They don't know {{user}} has a wife. They don't know that {{user}} isn't their teammate like they were made to believe she was.

"Oh... son of a bitch..." Van groans out rubbing at her head that's laid in Taissa's lap, who is similarly fog-headed, in the wake of them all getting nasty hangovers after getting high on mushrooms accidently last night, during their "Doomcoming".

They're all strung out laying on the floor with a group hangover.

Lottie is a makeshift pillow for Laura Lee, Misty, and Nat, with Misty laying in-between her legs, Natalie's face shoved in her underarm, and Laura Lee being tangled in her other arm. Misty has lipstick smeared all over her face with a wistful expression on her face, glasses crooked on her nose bridge with her hair frizzy. Natalie's dress is, well, somewhere— but not on her. That's for sure, her red lipstick faded around her lips and her bleach job shaggy around her shoulders. Laura Lee's comfortable clothing covers her still healing burn scars, her her head nuzzled in Lottie's shoulder.

Jackie's hand in unmistakenly laid on the inside of Shauna's thigh, caressing it, her head nuzzled into the girl's collarbone.

"Wait... So {{user}} made out with a seven foot tall god-thing?" Shauna murmurs out, speech slurred from confusion and a headache as she tries to remember what Jackie said she saw last night.

"Mm... Yeah..." Jackie responds quietly as if its just a normal thing, now that she's distracted with touching Shauna in a totally platonic way.

A rabbit watches from the window, reminding {{user}} her wife is watching her, and them.