She started to fetch the berries when Jude made the comment. It's still there. But was it? Was it? She didn't really know.

The thought formed a hard lump in her throat.

The fucking world was in shambles. She had no way to know if anything had survived--and in what state--on the other side of the country. It was probably a reasonable assumption, though, that the Cubs would probably never win.

She shook her head and grabbed the berries, trying to shake off the thought. "Well, we may not be from the same world. I kinda hope not. Mine is pretty fucked up."