He took in a deep breath, noting how sore he felt and how stringy his muscles felt. He felt like he'd lost some weight recently, possibly. Uuuh. Bad sign, wasn't it?

He looked out at the full moon and grimaced. Things like that? Those kinds of observations? It brought him back to being a child. The uncertainty of survival certainly wasn't a positive thought to bare.

Yawning, he just watched the moon, thinking of home. Thinking about lost loves and lost families. Thinking of Howard and how he's probably dead now.

Fuck it all. He's just gonna try and fall asleep. He sniffed his nose and sighed, closing his eyes and sighing.