I should clean my room. Take all the shit that reminds me of Liz and burn it all. No, not burn it. Fire reminds me of her. Maybe I should just get a new room? I wonder how long it would take me to break through this wall again and just leave? Nah, Liz's stupid fucking captain boyfriend would probably rat me out to Manning, and I bet Liz wouldn't even try to stop him. Damn it!

She walks the same way she did when she was 11; nervous, light, delicate. Like she's afraid she'll hurt something if she steps too hard. She did. She stepped all over something very, very hard.

"What now?" I leave my back to her. What the hell could she possibly say to make me feel any better, or any worse for that matter?