joel, a normal guy: i would love to go visit gem and search for etho
joel smallishbeans, machete in hand, snowshoes on, navigating the Canadian wilderness. he approaches a log cabin, the first civilization hes seen in hours, and knocks on the door. a nondescript 30-something man answers the door. “eefo?” he asks. the man looks at him, confused. joel shakes his head and walks away. he mudt be here somewhere, its only a matter of time
lizzie tells him this and he just goes silent for like a minute and then goes “im going in winter”
