[ ...Isn't that just the question? Chloe hesitates and leans against the wall. She looks off into...space, actually. Literal space. ]

Fuck, man. I don't know. I've just been satisfied living day-to-day, but...maybe if I could get through the weird, unreal week of my life I left? I always liked inking things. It'd be fun to try doing it again, marking up the world with my pen.

Or, shit. Just a roadtrip. See something other than the shitty streets of my town.