"I don'wanna all be fake..." she whispered, grip going more slack with every slurring syllable. She yawned sleepily, sniffled again and burrowed her face into his hair.

"Every'n...s'got somethin'...home...f'goin' back to...no'me. Nothin'...shit...wanna take i'back...wanna 'member...I wasn'lone."