The good news is: Sugar isn't here. Brittany ducks into a doorway for a moment, just to catch her breath. She needs to get home: this never happened.

Stumbling while dancing.

Her wife towing another woman down the hall drunkenly, as if. And it's— This so never happened.

Something is off about the colors here, it's all so saturated, high-contrast, sterile. That's it. That's what's wrong.

There's no love in this world.

Everything she's seen so far, everything, reeks of missed connections, opportunities lost, clear paths avoided, chances at love cast off. As if—

As if Something is preventing happiness.