[Oh, not at all. Prior's come much closer to losing his mind than this. Things will be fine once the sun's shining and the world starts to feel as though there's more than him in it.]

There wasn't a great deal of time to book an interdimensional removals service before the storm. [He clasps his hands lightly.] I had some wonderful dining chairs, salvaged from the refurb at the Plaza. Gone.

[It's not really the furniture he misses (and the house does come with its own).]

They really have scattered us like birdseed.