Yeeeah, I found that out while talking to other Rifters. We're a small minority. The ones who don't want to go home, I mean. Though Rifters in general are a minority too. But anyway, I guess we can't control whether we stay or go. At least not yet.

[ She should probably join the Rifts and Veil project if she wants to stay up to date on the status of controlling these rifts and ensuring she doesn't get sucked back home, but she figures it'll involve a lot of experiments and poking at her hand, and she's really not about that life. ]

But believe me when I say that this place is way better than home is. Every day it was just trying to survive. And remember when I said I have paranoia with people? I was trapped in a place where people were experimenting on me to try and make a cure. And they were really going overboard and were real shitty about it. Plus zombies attacked the place and we were all trapped anyway. Oh, zombies are what we call the feral people. Point is, if I go back, I'm... you know. [ Does she really have to say it? ] I'm not gonna make it.

[ She frowns, feeling her stomach twist a little. The only thing between her and certain death is the whim of some green light phenomena that she can't control. ]

So, now that I've totally been a downer, how's the stew? How's life? Let's talk about literally anything else now, okay?