Come at me, bro.

Okay, I'm done. I'm done freaking out about uncanny coincidences and constant danger. I'm done crying about all the awful things that happened. Asking 'why' and crying clearly isn't ever going to help. It certainly isn't going to give me answers, or bring Alex and Dahlia back. In fact, THERE PROBABLY IS NO FUCKING REASON 'WHY'. So FINE. I can take my punches like the best of them.

So, to next person from Earth who's become a complete monster since I've last seen you, lurking around corner? Next bout of horrible luck for the crew?

IT. IS. FUCKING. ON.

Hope you like 'Nightmare', because that's how I'm going to say hello.