Sookie peered down at her hands, running her fingers over her palms, feeling the dry, rough surface of her skin. She would need to find some sort of moisturizer soon, preferably one of the fairly numerous aloe plants around the jungle.

"I don't think I've got the guts to call anythin' close to perfection anymore," she said. "It always seems like when I come close to a life that's just happy and carefree, somethin' tugs it away. People can still disappear in the blink of an eye, and we can still... gosh, get dragged out to the dinosaurs. I really like Tabula Rasa, but I just don't want to jinx myself."