Camp out by the reactor.

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I gotta be honest with you: I'm really nervous about this.

I mean, you've gotten me through this day so far -- definitely the worst day of my entire life.

(I'd put it up against the worst day of pretty much ANYBODY'S life, pretty confidently.)

So I'm going to trust you on this. I mean, either you looked it up and you know I'll be safe at these radiation levels...

or else you didn't bother to look it up, and you're just blowing me off.

I guess I won't know until I wake up in the morning.

And with that cheery thought...goodnight, wherever you are.

Here's to a better tomorrow.

[Taylor is Busy]

Hey! Check it out! I'm not dead!

I don't even have an ear growing out of my forehead, or any other weird toxic radiation mutations! Nice.

Okay. Fresh new day, same old moon.

Maybe I'm oversharing here, but I woke up with a HORRIBLE taste in my mouth.

Rinsed with some water, spit out it... and it had a werid green tint to it.

Probably something to do with trace elements in this place's atmosphere...

...but still, pretty strange, huh?