Yes, I'll go on. I'll be fine as far as breathing in and out goes. Maybe get my job back at the Great Escape and work there for fifty years and take over for Mom when she retires. Maybe get my PhD and become a fierce historian bringing all the haters to the yard with my rad occult theories. Maybe become a librarian and spend my days helping people (because that's what librarians do, they don't sit around reading). ( )

Enormous fun. A delightful follow-up to Not Your Average Hot Guy.