"It's a pretty big city," Newt reasons, which seems to be truer every month. When Kagura had popped up last year, he'd wondered just how far Darrow could expand before realizing that whoever runs the damn place is probably loaded up with infinite possibilities. It's a little mind-boggling, if he's honest, but most days, he tries not to think of it because if he does, it'll just frustrate him. He doesn't like being uncertain of things, at least not for very long.

"But hey, man, thanks for asking, I'm doing okay. I reached peak mourning around month three after it happened but then we inherited this cat from a friend who disappeared from the city, so that's been interesting. What about you, loving life? Kicking ass, taking names, all that shit?"