[ klaus taps a single fingernail against the floor in front of him, watching the motion with hazy eyes. ] How do we know there aren't more towns? How would anyone know when they're all afraid to leave?

Oh, right. [ he bobs his head up and down with all the loose limbed grace of a puppet on a string. ] We were all dead in your apocalypse, weren't we? Weird. After your fifth OD you start to feel a bit indestructable.

[ except that's not quite right, is it? or, the reason isn't right, maybe. but all klaus can track it to is that strange, inexplicable absence he's been feeling since he woke up in the hospital. like he's missing something that should be right in front of his face.

it's enough to drive a man to drink, honestly, which is precisely what he does now to push the intrusive thought back out of his mind. a drink he then offers to five, because the little guy sure looks like he could use it right now. ]

I mean, I bet you could come up with a pretty crazy prank with that thing.