"Don't know yet." He brought his cigarettes with him. He only has a few left and he's been carefully rationing them, but he knew this was going to be one of the times he'd need one desperately. The ritual of it is calming - getting it out and sticking it in the corner of his mouth to light. Plus, it gives him something to do with his hands.

"Yous was in one of my dreams, weren't you? You were that kid. I knew it was yous."