It's nice to check in with your friends and have people to hang out with. You want to make sure they know you respect them, and you hope they feel the same way back to you. They give you an outlet to talk to if you want help or advice, though they're just as human as you are; they can't be your therapists.

That's to say, this whole experience so far has thrown you off-balance. You're living through a god-damn video game. You've busted your house beyond (realistic) repair, you stalled on taking pictures because you're paranoid they won't believe you, and you still have the looming threat of astronomical annihilation. You're dead meat if you don't pull this off.

You aren't showing too much emotion, but deep down you're panicking like a motherfucker. You hate this. You absolutely hate it and you don't want to deal with it. You're just a small-town artist living off minimum wage who only cares about being able to survive in this stupid world.