Good. Because that sounds awfully complicated and like it might make more problems than it's worth. I'm just glad Adam hasn't gotten a yen for zombie movies, either.

[ Her boot has started to bounce against the ground, the grass of the park, the woman shifting a little restlessly — she's never been very good at staying in one spot, preferring to keep in motion. But the curious bystanders have all dispersed from that impromptu song-and-dance number a while back, at least, and at least Gabriel's head isn't literally in his hands anymore. He seems... a little less hopelessly bereft than before. Success? Maybe? ]

Sorry if I caused any existential crises, by the by.