Oh god. We're missing our dead friends, determining the info line on Chu-Chu, keeping pictures of our house in our house, numbing our fear of Reapers with booze, ratioing/radioing Grahf with Miang, spending a lot of time in hallways and staircases, computing some math problems, watching nanomachine colonies assume human form, organizing the hierarchy of conspirators, figuring out what "yoke" means, and meeting some new Elements. Religion can only be used for wrongdoing. Drunks love to fight. It's ruined now, like some empty and hollow dream. I'm right, and you're the fucker here.
