Your world sounds like a goddamn picnic. Emphasis on the god damn.

[ Nathan is never surprised by how terrible people's worlds are. He's been here long enough that thinking people came from good places would surprise him more. A sweet, sleepy Texas town where absolutely nothing happens--yeah right. ]

But I imagine you had to deal with some sort of...feeling of responsibility, right? Like you had to get your ass back there before everything went to shit? That's usually the first port of call.