"I thought about it..." I confess, my voice trailing off. Neither answer feels like one that I can give firmly, that I can be confident in. Because if I went over, certainly it would be to find my family, and there's a part of me that is miserable thinking about the idea that maybe my family is all over there and I'm not, and I didn't care enough to even go look. But it also seems so stupid to go when we don't know what created the hole, how stable it is, or if there are any long-term effects from going to the other side.

It's really damned if you do, damned if you don't.

"I know that other people have gone over and come back and they seem mostly healthy, but it's, it's just so weird, I can't wrap my head around it," I complain. I'm not as brave as I bet Detective Riley is, I bet he wouldn't hesitate on whichever decision he's made. "I feel like I've already been through enough coming to this city without understanding how it happened. I don't know that I could do that again, even if it was me who actually stepped through that hole. But I do really wish I could at least know who's over there, maybe see if there's anyone I care about. It's just so hard to make a choice."