"You're really making me feel better here, Party Boy," she deadpans, but behind the joke lies, as it usually does, a hint of truth. There are times for pity parties, and Gwen has occasionally shown up waving flags and handing out tee-shirts, and there are times for wading through it, one way or another. Sure, her form of wading was always criminal, but it turned a negative to a positive, and all that.

And maybe Party's frustration with not being able to do anything about it came from some other bigger helplessness. The kind only a place like Taxon could bestow upon its kidnappees. Figures he had to latch onto the one thing that would disappoint him.

"I could once, for a little while," she continues, with a nostalgic smile. It was easier doing that here, in the forest. She guesses it's the solitude. "It was..." There was no word, except maybe: "...Nice."