"Oi!" He still smiles even as he disagreed with Melkor. It would be so easy to get used to this type of familiarity with the older man. Suddenly those pictures of happy families he had pinned on the walls of his room seemed clearer; this was a feeling he'd wished for his entire life.

He had to force himself to step away from the large man. How could he think of something like that when his Dad was in ground.

"What about them folk that are dead back home? Ain't this better than dead?" Tom thought of Annie, George, and Nina. Even Mitchell deserved to have some kind of life.