"What's there to think about?" Lambert huffs as the cigarette is stolen from him, but he won't fight it, resting his elbows back against the wood -- feels like a lifetime since he set these up to house a rowdy Pokemon -- and tipping his head back to look at the stars.

"Finish my contract, sign up for another year to get rid of Strange's curse, then sign up for another year to go to England. Easy."

Sure, things like 'reality' and 'almost dying' might get in the way of that plan, but at least laid out that way, it's something to work towards.