"I am." She smiles, a little relieved, and the tension held in her shoulder settles out a bit more. "You can't get rid of me that easily."

Angela makes a joke about it, but it's kind of disturbing how easily she comes back to places like this. Whenever she gets a little hope of going home and staying there, she's dragged right back into alternate dimensions. It's disheartening and it's no wonder she isn't the perky forever-hopeful person she used to me.

"I'm sorry, though," she apologizes. It's really not her fault that she left, but still, it feels right to say.