BW: You know what I miss sometimes Penny?

PP: Many things?

BW: That of course. But what I'm missing today is bread. Grilled cheese sandwiches, club sandwiches, bread and vinegar, the works.

PP: I do not believe that most people have been able to make bread for quite some time. All of the bread that is remaining is most likely either in far and remote villages not noted on any map in the kingdom's knowledge, or preserved breads for rations.

BW: I know what much. Just eating this dense lifeless bread makes me miss it, you know? A sandwich for lunch. A slice of toast for breakfast. Something I took for granted at the time. But I do miss it now.

PP: It is not just the taste you miss, is it.

BW: It's not. While I do most definitely miss bread itself, I do miss my mom. I never really got to do a full satisfying goodbye. I hope she doesn't hold it against me.

PP: If she is anything like you, she will not.

BW: Thanks. I just sometimes sit and think. Thinking is dangerous after all. It's why I think of dumb things. I left so many people behind. I don't think any of them knew what happened to me. Not that it matters. Most are probably dead though.

PP: Have some faith in them. Someone is statistically likely to have made it, right?

BW: If I'm the only survivor out of about 22 other people I know, that's not great statistics for me. Less than 5%.

PP: Indeed. Faith, however, is all we have at times in order to continue forward.

BW: Am I seriously being lectured by a robot on faith.

PP: Affirmative.

BW: That's funny. I think. In its own weird ironic way. If that's what ironic even means. Either way, I miss my mom sometimes. But I know feeling this way makes the grimm attracted to me like a frat boy to intoxicated under-aged girls.

PP: Did you ever fill your relationship holes in the years after Beacon? Find friends that could act as your family?

BW: I think it was just Russel. He was always the more social of the two of us. Always able to make a friend. I mostly kept to myself and did as was asked.

PP: He must have meant a lot to you then.

BW: He did. But I think he's happier now.

PP: How come?

BW: He doesn't have to deal with all of this nowadays. Russel always liked the easy life. Now, he doesn't have to worry about the grimm, and can screw all he wants in wherever he ended up.

PP: Why do you say that?

BW: Russel, even with all of his faults, wasn't a bad guy. So he probably ended up in the good place. And if you think about it, a lot of people died. Which means a lot of hot guys and girls died as well. If you're a total bro, and don't have to worry about STD's anymore, then why wouldn't he be having the time of his life?

PP: Because the afterlife does not exist?

BW: You won't know until you find out.

PP: I guess I won't.

BW: So we're just waiting now?

PP: Affirmative.

BW: Darn. If only I had asked him for a music player as well.

PP: A music player? How come?

BW: Just so I could listen to some tunes on the road. My last headset got its wires cut, and its too dangerous to walk around with the music blaring. Just like my music, you know?

PP: There any kind of music you like in specific?

BW: Now that's a question I don't even know the answer to.

PP: What if I pulled up the archives, and you pointed at the ones you liked, and we can print the titles out onto another set of pages. Get some more use out of the archives while we have them.

BW: I'd like that. Thank you.

PP: You are welcome. Pulling the archives up now.