Migrating had kept Barbara alive. Migrating... sunglasses... earplugs. And a tent. Most of which didn't really help when night suddenly fell. Sure, she could have put up the tent and slept through the "night," but it just kept coming and coming and coming.

It was almost a relief when she saw Holiday, a somewhat familiar face; it kinda helped that she was lacking an arm, too. It meant Barbara felt a bit safer about coming forward into the doctor's space.

"Funny running into you, here."