It was lovely. [A long time ago, but the memories are still clear. It was lovely... until it wasn't. Until things went south, and he'd had to leave. That had been at the end, though.]

There was this girl, Sheila... and this other one. Stacy. [Airy doesn't like hearing about him with other women, though. Also, those two are tied up in the whole going-south bit, so Cassidy shifts away from them quick. He's rambling, now, letting the mushrooms direct the path of his thoughts, and only applying a bit of mental steering when it's needed.] A bunch of other people. We spent most of the time outside, when it wasn't wintertime. The houses were basically a place to keep all our shite and sleep in. Which, really, often I've found, that's all a house is when y'get down to it. A place to keep your shite and rest up.