[God. A bomb, of course. That's the answer to everything, isn't it. She closes her eyes, shaking her head. The horrors learned in her world apparently didn't bleed over to this one; or maybe they learned and simply didn't care.]
Thank God for the medics and scientists.
[A sigh - nostalgia or memory or something akin to that is mixed into that soft breath, but it's left unspoken.]
That would depend upon whether our worlds are the same, Mr....?
[Voice]
Thank God for the medics and scientists.
[A sigh - nostalgia or memory or something akin to that is mixed into that soft breath, but it's left unspoken.]
That would depend upon whether our worlds are the same, Mr....?