[Humans do take a lot of things for granted, don't they? They think they've got it all figured out. Not many stay forever in awe of what life gives them.]

Hmm. Well, it seemed like the whole thing had a happy ending. [He can't exactly see HOW it happened, but eh, he's probably not going to get an answer here. Keats leans back in his chair, fingers drumming on his forearms as he thinks.]

Would you ever like to go back? I mean, if ALASTAIR gave you the chance to.