[Seeing Jason Blossom is like experiencing a sharp case of uncanny valley. She finds herself almost forced to look up again, eyes passing over his features. He really does look a lot like Archie—but there's something sharper about his features, cold, distant, that she's never been able to really read. It's hard to know someone who doesn't exist beyond stories.

It's hard to think of him as living and breathing. "... when Jason wakes up" is one of the odder thoughts she's ever had to recognize. From the moment she landed in Riverdale, there was never a question of that happening. It was all a matter of when what remained would turn up—and turn up it did, soon enough.

She frowns, arms loosely hanging at her sides for lack of anything else to do.]

My parents. It wasn't hard to find them. [Almost as if she had been led to them. She knows that's not the case. Veronica conceals the reticence in her voice, the uncertainty over her relationship with her parents. That's another vulnerability, complicated by all of this. They live. That's enough. (It feels like that should be the truth, anyway.)]

I haven't had much of a look around, and something tells me that the Blossoms and Lodges aren't the only chosen survivors of Riverdale. So, why don't we see who we can find? [It feels like neutral territory, at least. They both have something to gain from knowing who might greet them someday.]