No. It's just hard to imagine other worlds. I only learned how big "America" is a few months ago.

[He grabs the last bit of supplies and leaps down from the shelf, landing catlike, before straightening up. He looks over Ford for a few moments, like he's trying to figure out what he wants to ask. Finally he speaks, brows furrowed.]

...Why do bad things happen in some dimensions and not others?

[Ford's Seattle is intact. No infection. In Lev's, the world ended 25 years ago.]