[ Something in Marta's chest loosens a bit, and she feels a little more like she can breathe. Like it won't be the end of things if she wakes up tomorrow and she's still here, with her hair cut short, and everyone she knows lost to time.

She takes a shaky breath and shrugs. ]

I don't know. I don't know what to say. Everyone I know, everyone I love, is somewhere I may never get back to. I don't know how I'm supposed to be okay with that. Move on, or...whatever.