That there? That was the thoughtful, painful silence of Reno, coupled with the musty aroma of tobacco smoke and the joyous honking of a ferret who had managed to successfully share his sock.

"Ain't our world," he reasoned, almost absently. "How the hell are we to know that we can't save it, right? Things are already different, if Zack knows shit he shouldn't, yo. So... we do it. We do whatever the fuck we can. We do the job."