Carlos hummed. “Well, I said the short answer is ‘yes’. But the long answer… is ‘Yeeeeeesssss….?’ Drawn out with an inflection at the end, as the one answering isn’t sure if what they speak is entirely the truth. Lemme explain: There are, technically, various ways to leave. You can drive to Desert Bluffs, an equally weird and seemingly inescapable place. Or a portal to the early Jurassic to the early Cretaceous period could open and one may be transported to a time before Night Vale even existed. Or you could simply stop existing. That happens too, sometimes. But I myself have been trapped in a Desert Otherworld that seems to be an alternate universe that runs very closely to Night Vale in the multiverse. So, technically… you can leave this place. But being picky about how you leave… that’s where it gets tricky.”
He nodded, closing his eyes.
“Great. Yes. Wonderful. Thank you.” he said. “Well, all that stuff can get fucked, because I will find my way back to my world. What about you? Are you happy to stay here the rest of your life?”
Carlos frowned slightly at Sylvain, but in response to his question the scientist shrugged and nodded. “The town is very interesting – I honestly haven’t seen a place like it before, and I can always find myself to be very engaged in my work here.”
The Perfect Scientist 