"So much of our lives is outside our control," Doc muses with a purse of his lips and a tilt of his head. To be honest, being here is not too different for Doc as living with a chronic illness dictating those good and bad days he gets to have in his life. At least he has a little more control over his body in this town. He can choose what to do with his time, how he treats other people, and he is choosing now how he wants to go should his time be up. It is not where he wants to be and who he wants to be with, but given their circumstances, surely this is enough.

"I spent some years of my life as a dentist but I have been far better at making sure people get dead. It would be nice to keep people alive, for a change." He's not sure he's particularly good at it, but he's been trying.

"Tell you what though. Won't be missing all this god damn snow." He gets plenty enough of it in Purgatory. Pretty enough until it turns to sludge, blocks the door, soaks into everything. It might have been nice if their Supreme Overlord had beamed them onto a tropical island instead.