It hurts when Papa says that he wishes that too. My Papa has so much Strong. I think maybe he has the most Strong that a person has in the world, more Strong than Samson before he got his hair cut. Maybe I should give him some of my Strong. And maybe... maybe Dad's scared where he is back in his World too. At least Papa and I are together. Dad doesn't have Papa and he doesn't have me. Dad's alone out there.

Just like Ma's alone back in the Hospital.

I want to do something to help them but I'm really... I'm really tired and I can't think anymore, it's like my head's full of cotton and everything's soft and squishy and hard to hear. My head hurts a little too, like it's going bum-bum-bum like my heart.

"Can we go nap in the big bed? I know we're supposed to be up but I wanna... I wanna sleep a little more," I tell Papa. "Maybe the bed's still warm from Dad."