"There were also monsters." Which was to say, not everyone had to worry about surviving the month.

Ariadne's relationship with the temporary nature of death in the multiverse was complicated now. It had always been complicated. But doubly so now that Dean had failed to return.

Death was serious. It was always serious. And she felt guilty that, somehow, Deerington had let her view it with varying shades of seriousness.

Shaking her head, she looked out at her trees. "Fruit helped. There's a lot of water in things like lemons and pears."