That's actually more logic than I'd expected, even if it doesn't make me feel any better for being up here, as a person who is virtually indestructible, when there are very fragile people I care about out risking their lives. I'm not a fighter, though, even if I have managed to get through a heck of a lot more than the average twenty-something zombie girl. Would I really get in the way trying to help?

I look back out the window, and then inside again, heaving a sigh. He's right. I can't believe I'm saying it, because I am literally getting advice from a guy who looks like Tim Curry from that Tom Cruise unicorn movie, but he's right.

"Where are you from?" I blurt, because I've gotta know. "Sub-question: Are there unicorns?"