Well, it's a big country. It sure ain't all like this, I can tell you that much.

[ He takes a bitter drag on his cigarette, looking around the Village again briefly. Not that it isn't all nice in a superficial sort of way, of course, and not that he really has anything (or anyone) to hurry back home to, but... no matter how many ways Ray might even be able to enjoy himself here, the wrongness of it all is still pretty hard to shake.

With a sigh, he blows a bit of smoke out, nodding in vague resignation. ]

Ugh, but tell me about it, I know just what you mean.

[ Well, ish. Ray taps his cane against the snow, not looking forward to walking back either, given the shitty, shitty state his legs have been in since he woke up here. At least he can still actually use them, sure, but given the way the winter air is making his joints ache, he'd almost rather be paralyzed. ]

What do they even expect us to do, get jobs? In the middle of the damn holiday season?!