[Relief. Slugger had no idea how tense he was until just now. He presses onward through the snow, passing Josephine on his way toward "home".]

...If she's dead, she'll be alive tomorrow. Like always.

[Not that he gives a shit what your deal is. Learn to chill, Mr. Big Bad Genius. The more chill you are, the less you feel. It works that way for extremities, at least.]