[it really is something else, he'll be regretting that when he has to deal with dirt and medieval living conditions

she pulls him all the way to the very end of the boardwalk - stands, looking out into the ocean, still holding his hand. and when he asks her that, she glances at him with a little half-grin.]

Once, huh.

[she repeats. she's not exactly sure what's happening to her yet, it's still early. but she's not an idiot. she's a little scared.]

Yeah, I think so. I have to save the Gate, still. I don't know if it'll still feel like home, but I owe it that much.