"Not better, nawh," says Joe, shaking his head. "I ain't sure this is the Pacific, either. No-one see to knows where the fuck we've wound up. But Lip and Luz are here and it ain't a bad place. You should see the broads they've both landed." He blows our a low, admiring whistle.

He claps Web on the shoulder, ignoring the answering contraction in his gut.

"I feel real to you, Web?"