[ Matt has had more than his fill of emotional sharing, after the red lipsticked shenanigans in Otherworld. (He also ended his last evening there by getting stabbed, which colors his recollection of the events as a whole.) And yet, before he can stop himself, he replies-- ]

I don't forget. But I don't miss it.

[ His gaze is drawn to the woman's posture, the tension and clenched fist. Matt doesn't connect her to the network conversation on this very topic, the one he promptly ran away from. Funny that she should get her answer after all. ]

I miss being useful. [ He swallows; it doesn't stem the tide. ] I miss doing what I was supposed to be doing. But if everything in the universe is connected to everything else ... why is one place more important than another?