It means I'm not living in the same place as murder happy clowns, territorial spider demons and whatever other morbid crap they decided to move into Hel House lately. That's a definite improvement in my book. Painwheel's ok, despite the looks, but a lot of them aren't the sort I want to spend time around.

[Yeah, Samantha had never really had to worry about inhaling a few fumes in her world, so she had a taste for cloves on the occasions she smoked. Importing them here wasn't impossible, just annoyingly expensive so she didn't get to have them often.]

You're welcome. How've you been holding up?