"Time flies when you're having fun and drags ass when you're ruminating and the train seems like it's better for one than the other."

There's the bitching, too. At least he can admit, "This is pretty wild, though. Still having trouble believing it's real but every sense I have is absolutely sure of it."

Again, he has to just look at how damn beautiful and... not apocalypse all of this is. No broken buildings. No smell of rot. These bright mushrooms towering over them like Geiger and Lisa Frank made some sort of spiritual truce. Honestly? It's amazing.

"No, no one else is here." He says that bit softly, still distracted, mottled eyes reflecting the neon gills from a nearby high cap. "Just me."