"So, Andie," Jon started as we passed San Francisco, "Is Hollywood a forest? It that a city of some sorts? I wasn't sure by the way the map looked what's so holly about it."

I took a big breath and reminded myself that Jon doesn't know anything about our world yet again. "It's a general name for the American movie industry that's based in Los Angeles."

"Movie…" Jon wondered, "Like Mullan?"

"Well," I said, "Yeah, that too. But net all of them are animated… I mean, drawn. Most of them are actually real people who are filmed. Actors, you know. Like in plays but on the screen with crazy visual effects."

Then, after five minutes pf driving quietly, I took a turn and went into the closest town.

"This is not what Google Maps shows us," Jon said, "Is everything alright?"

"I just understood you're going to leave soon and you've never watched a movie in a proper cinema. And we're going to Hollywood without you watching any of Hollywood's classic films." I said. "We're going to watch a movie or two in that break."

"Andie, we have to-"

"Jon, we were close to the next rest stop anyways. Tomorrow… it's probably going to be your last day here." I didn't say everything I wanted to. I didn't say that we'll probably never meet again. But by the look he gave me, I think he understood. He nodded and looked back at his window.

We let Ghost go around the near forest. It was pretty much in the middle of nowhere anyways. I was surprised we've found a proper cinema.

"Oh!" I pointed at the posters. "I don't even know what to choose… But I think we should watch Psycho. Oh, that's a classic. And then… oh, they still show Wonder Woman? We're definitely going to watch that."

Jon looked at the Wonder Woman poster unapprovingly. "She has a shield and a sword, it seems like she's wearing an armor… But she's barely covered. So many arrows and swords can hit her neck and throat, and her legs are almost completely exposed."

I snorted at him. "Yeah, yeah. She's a superhero. Real life logic and the laws of physics doesn't affect her."

We entered the cinema and I bought the tickets. That's the last evening he's here, is it?

I'll miss him. I'll even miss explaining every mundane little stupid everyday thing to him. It was getting pretty funny.

"What is that smell?" Jon smelled the air.

"Oh, the great wonder of all… the taste of life and happiness-" I took a big breath, "-POPCORN!"

Jon scrunched his nose and smelled the air again. "It smells like butter."

"They put butter on it sometimes, but that's not the point. The point is the addictive texture with a dash of salt. Or a spoon of salt. And a gallon of butter if you're really American." We waited in line for the snacks. I bought Jon a big buttered popcorn, and a small non-buttered one for me. I also bought him a soda, because he seemed to like bubbly drinks.

"So the first one we're going to watch in from more than forty years ago." I said as we walked around the corridors, looking for our theater. Jon stopped in front of every movie ad and poster to ask me about them.

"What are those yellow creatures?"

"Minions."

"Minions?"

"Well, it's a long story."

"They don't look very… human."

"Because they're not, they're minions. Now let's go before the movie starts!"

I dragged Jon to the theater. He had a bit of a struggle with opening the seat.

"It jumps back up!" He complained.

"Just hold and sit on it." I said and sat comfortably in my seat. Jon opened the seat and did as I told him. He looked around at the dark room. "How are we going to see it? You said it's like a play, didn't you?"

We got some stairs from people around us. "You'll see." I said. "Oh, and people don't like it when others talk in the cinema."

"Why?"

"Because they want to concentrate in the film," I said, "Oh, the commercials start now."

Jon watched the ads, completely baffled by the size of the screen and the characters that were on it. Then when the movies trailers started he was shocked. He just stared at the screen and tried to follow.

"Is that the movie?" He whispered in my ear.

"Nope, just commercials for upcoming movies. You didn't touch your popcorn, maybe it will calm you down." I said, amused by his behavior.

Jon took one popcorn and looked at it in the cinema's changing lights. Then he popped it in his mouth and his eyebrows shot up.

"This is really good!" He said, surprised.

"Sshhh!" Someone behind us shushed him.

"This is really good." He whispered and went back to eat.

During the movie Jon had a lot of questions. Why is it black and white? Why do we watch a woman taking a shower? Why are the cars looks so different than the ones he saw on the highway? What is that awfully nerve-wrecking music? And so on and on.

When we got out of the theater, his popcorn bucket was empty and he still had questions and remarks on the film.

"Why was this man wearing a dress?"

"Well, Jon, he had a pretty bad mommy issues that drove him to murder people."

"Yes, but why?"

"People go crazy, you know."

Then he had a pause. "Like Joffrey."

I looked at him, not knowing exactly who he talked about. "Yeah, sure. There are many types of crazy. Most of them don't hurt anyone, they're just… weirder than the average weirdo. Not that there's anything wrong with that."

The next thing was Wonder Woman. Quite a change from the Hollywood classic we just watched.

"So that one's in color, but it is acted as if it happened almost a hundred years ago?" Jon wanted to make sure he's right.

"Yup." I said. "But it didn't really happen. Those movies are not based on real life events. Some do. What we are watching not. Even though World War One did happen. Wonder Woman wasn't a part of it though."

Jon just stared at me like I fell from the moon. "What?"

"Pffs, never mind." I said. "I'm just confusing you." We sat again, this time Jon figured out the whole seat thing by himself. The movie started and Jon looked like he's having the time of his life at the start.

"They're good warriors." Jon said. "And my people thought women do not belong on the battle field! They're fools to think a woman can't help beyond the kitchens."

That was pretty surprising, considering he came from a medieval-like world. Then again, I remembered how he talked about his sisters and Daenerys with the same respect he talked about the man he admired. The guy was special, even for out world.

"But they need better armor. Maybe light armor will be best for them. And their legs and necks are completely unprotected." He started to take it too seriously. That was hilarious.

Then the crashing scene happened. "So that's an airplane?"

"A very old, very small fighting jet." I said.

"Fighting jet?"

"Yeah, they drop bombs… explosive bombs. And shoot machine guns."

Jon nodded. I think he liked that film, because he was quiet most of the time, commenting on Diana's sword fighting and her love of ice cream. "He should be proud." He agreed with her.

"Do you really have a metal that deflects bullets?"

"Nope. Not like that."

"And the lasso of tru-"

"Definitely not that."

He was angry when he saw the evil guys with their plan to poison innocents. He thought that was fiction too, and I didn't want to ruin his movie by telling him that things like that did, and still do happen.

"I didn't want him to die," He said when we got out, "But I would probably do the same."

"I'm sure you would." I said and we got in the car. I started to drive to the camp site near the forest where we freed Ghost.

"Andie, you said the war was real." Jon said. "You called it a 'world war'?"

I sighed. "Yes." I went on the highway, "We had two of those and let's hope we won't have any more of them."

"What do you mean by saying it was a 'world war'?"

"It means many countries in the world where fighting, and many people died. Millions. Millions of soldiers and millions of innocents. They lose their home, they lose their family. Nothing good comes out of it and yet it still happens."

Jon frowned, "Do you mean the poison was real?" He asked.

"That one is fiction. But there was a lot of use of chemical weapons in the first world war and in the second… In the second it was used to kill innocent people specifically because of their… race. Or because they didn't fit what they thought society should be like."

"Race?"

"It's your religion, or your skin color, or where you came from."

"Oh. I thought that word was used just for animals."

"Yeah, that too." I sighed.

"But why would they do that?" He asked.

I felt ashamed of my world at the moment. "They didn't have a real reason. But… you know, wars are shit. Some powerful people fight for some stupid cause, staying in their comfy beds while sending others to fight and die for them. It's greed, ego, madness, hate… I don't know. Most wars don't have a rightful cause."

"This is not my way." Jon said sharply, "I do not murder innocents. I fight with my people for good."

"I know, I'm sure of it. But not everybody's like you."

The next morning, I woke up to a phone call from Dakota.

"So my guy will wait for you about twenty minutes out of LA. He didn't ask for much but a brownie."

"A brownie?"

"…You know what kind of brownie."

I let my mind work around it. "Oh! But we're in fricking California, can't he get it himself?"

"It's just a nice gesture, you know."

I rolled my eyes at the phone. "Where am I going to get it?"

"There are stores, it's California."

"Urgggh." I answered. "Alright, send me the address and the time."

"Ok," Dakota said. "You think you have enough space in your small car for all of those low torches and flame throwers? It's really dangerous driving with all of that flammable shit."

"We'll be fine," I said. "Talk to you when we're done."

"Bye crazy arson."

"Bye, human-crow hybrid."

Jon tied his shoes. "Where are we heading now?" He asked. We loaded the car with our equipment.

"To a special bakery to pick up the payment for Dakota's guy." I said.

"Special?"

"You'll see."

The bakery was packed with people. They had cookies and cakes of all kinds-some of them normal, some of them 'improved'. The place was cannabis themed-the logo had the cannabis leaf on it, the walls were green, and some of the special ganache where served in mini bongs.

"It seems that bakery had its own sigil." Jon remarked. "What is so special about that leaf?"

A woman in braided auburn hair and puffy pants tuned around from the cookies shelf and looked at us. "Oh, you never heard of weed?" She asked with a big smile. "You came to the right place then!"

"Weed?" Jon asked, confused. "Like the one that grows on the ground?"

The woman laughed too hard. "English people, go figure." She waved with her hand. "You gotta try some of the edibles here. The chocolate chip cookies are my recipe!" She handed Jon a cookie. He almost gave it a bite but I caught his hand just before the cookie reached his mouth.

"It's not time for you the get high, buddy." I said and took the cookie away from him, handing it back to that lady. "We're here for the famous brownies." I told her. "It's not for us."

We bought one batch of brownies. On our way out, that lady gave Jon another smile and a cookie. He didn't eat it, but he kept it in his hand.

"The cake looks good." Jon said, "Why didn't you let me eat the cookie? She wouldn't be selling them if they were poisoned, would she?"

"No." I said. "It will just make you… well, you won't feel the same as you would if you get drunk. The thing is that it can affect you in different ways. It might make you calm and happy, that's how it works with most people. But some people are going through bad trips."

"Bad trips?"

"You'll feel sad or cry, maybe you'll remember bad stuff. Maybe you'll just feel sick. But anyways, you're from a different world so I don't know how you'll take it." I did it once, it wasn't bad, but we don't have time for that today. We're sending him back! What will the queen of dragons say if I'll return her lover giggly with munchies? "Anyways, I need you focused today."

"Yes," Jon agreed, "I can't get drunk today."

"Get high."

"How?"

"You just feel… urgh, nevermind. Let's go find Dakota's stoner guy with his blow-torches and flame throwers."

The dude was younger than me. Probably eighteen. Maybe that's why we had to buy the cake for him?

We met at a sunflower field ad we started to pack out car with the flammable boxes.

"So what are you going to do with all that stuff? Dakota said it had to go under the radar." The kid asked, chewing on a gum. He had long, green dreadlocks and baggy clothes.

"We're going to burn some wights." Jon said seriously as he loaded the last blow torch.

The guy blinked at him. "Oh. awesome." He said and put the brownies at the back of his car. He took out a flame thrower and we walked to the road, where we were far enough from the plants. A few minutes ago, he set up a wooden dummy at the middle of the empty road.

"Ok, so that's how you do it," He explained and set up the thing. It was the kind of flame thrower that you can put on your back like a back pack, and a long tube was attached to it. The end of the tune looked like the end of a hose, but it had a trigger you had to press on in order to let the gas out and light it up. "There's a little button on the back, so make sure you press it, and then choose how strong you need the flame," Then he put on the big container and held the tube. "Step back." He said, suddenly all serious. Then he pressed on the trigger and a big flame got out, lashing at the dummy like a tiger.

Jon gasped and stepped back for a moment. Then the guy (I'll just call him Hippie Dude, because he'd like to keep his real name to himself.) stopped shooting flames and picked up a fire extinguisher that was near him on standby, putting out the fire.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it." He said and nodded to himself. Jon stepped towards him.

"I want to try it." He said. "I need to feel how it works."

Hippie Fire Dude thought about it for a moment, then said, "Yeah, why not?"

He handed the flame thrower to Jon and Jon did as he told him. "How long do you think the flame can last?"

"Well, on low it can last for three to four hours."

"And for high?"

Hippie looked at Jon and scratched his head, "High is really strong," He said, "I don't know why you'd need to…" Then he saw Jon was very serious about it. "An hour, maybe an hour and a half if you know how to use it right."

Jon nodded, then opened fire at the dummy. He stopped and Hippie ran to put out the flames.

Jon let out a breath and took the flame thrower off. "This is… that's exactly what we needed." He said. "Thank you, even though you don't know what we're going to do with it… you helped to save a lot of lives today."

Hippie just stared at him. "No, really, what?"

I closed the door to our car and signed to Jon it's time to go. "Thanks, man." I said. "I'll tell Dakota you did more than we asked for." Jon got in the passenger's seat and I waved to Hippie when I got in the car.

If Jon wanted something to fight ice-zombies with, I think he just found the perfect weapon.

I was looking at the maps we printed. The hanger was marked. We just had to go there. Through a very busy, crowded city. I sighed and sipped from my chai-latte. At least it was lunch time.

My phone ringed-well, Bowied-and I picked it up.

"How's my favorite psychic is doing today?" I asked.

"I'm fine, but a raven visited today. He has a message to Jon."

"Well, Jon is coming back today," I said, "Can't it wait? We're kinda busy." I looked at Jon loading a pickup truck with the flamethrowers and blowtorches. We had a plan, and I hoped it will work.

"Yeah, I don't know about that." Zee said. "I mean, I think he should know that."

I bit into my sandwich, "Ok, what is it?"

Zee told me what Bran said and I put my sandwich down. She hung up and I looked at Jon.

I didn't know if telling him will make him more jumpy and crazy than usual. But I don't know how the day will end. He should know.

"Jon," I said and stood up from my chair. I went to help him with the big wagon Ghost is going to sit on under a big tarpaulin.

He looked up at me from what he was doing, "What?" He asked.

I let out a breath and played with my fingers. "Zee called, Bran talked with her."

Jon straightened up. "Is everyone safe? Did the Walkers take Winterfell?"

"No, they're fine."

"So what is it?"

I took another breath. "It should be happy, I think, even though you're in a war. Daenerys is pregnant."