"People start thinking of it as a vacation," Veronica replied, shaking her head. "Until they lose someone, until they're hit again by how inexplicable this place is, they stop looking to explain it. Not necessarily everyone, I mean, but most people." Others were just naturally compelled to keep looking. Yet even those sorts weren't all searching still. She'd always wondered at Sam, that he could be content with the illusion of a white picket fence when he'd spent his whole life fighting demons and monsters. How he could trust so easily, she'd never understood. "I don't want to leave. I just want to know."