"M'telling you, it's the truth," Wichita insists, reaching out to tug the bottle back from Santana and punctuating her declaration with a swig of her own. She gets the part where she and Columbus are probably one of few people who have come from a world like theirs, and if there are others, she hasn't had the fortune of meeting them yet. Zell is the closest she's come recently, at least. And Santana could be like any other girl she was friends with in high school, in the middle of a small Midwest town, before everything literally went to shit.