"I can't let it go, though. I... I feel like they're waiting for me, somewhere. I mean, Mike believed that. That we'd all be together again, after we leave this place. And I guess that's crazy, but I kind of believe it, too. So, it feels kind of like a lie, being with somebody else, but I can't just... not live my life, when I don't even know how long I'm gonna have to wait," I admit, feeling a twist of guilt in my gut.

"He's... he's kind of great. I mean, he's fucked up, too. About his leg, mostly. It's bad, right now. The fuckin' island's changed his prosthetic into this awful wooden leg. He was all bruised up and bloody, yesterday, from walkin' on it."