[ Zack nods quickly. ] Yeah. I doubt he's coping too well in this place if he's by himself.

[ The whole real and not real thing... He gets the feeling it gets a lot worse when he's not around people. If there's anyone who needs someone right then, he imagines it would be him. Him or Jim- he's still cursing himself for losing sight of the latter. But all he can do now is have faith that he'll be alright and get through this, too.

For now, he keeps up his pace as best as he can. If there's an occasional hint of a limp here and there, as usual, he makes no acknowledgement of it. They have more important things to do, after all. ]

...Whoever came up with this place really has no sense of style, you know? Could at least've added a little color, you know?