Yorick just kept reminding himself that this was just a dream. A really, really lifelike dream, but a dream all the same. Their bodies were back on the island, most likely being worried over by friends and family, and the worst that could happen was that he'd get shot and wake up. Right?

"Probably back at the North Pole with the rest of the elves. Or, you know, right over the hill just waiting to take you fuckers out," he said, trying to sound believable.

Yeah. Unless 355 was about to round that corner he was pretty sure he was fucked.