She took him away. Away to protect him. Far away. Away from the terrible place. The plants, the crawling flesh. The voices. The people. So many people.
Not many people here. He feels himself trying to crawl back, he gets there more now. Can't make it yet, no, not yet.
Quiet here. Room to breathe.
She’s wrong too. Knows more than she should.
He rests his head on the light of Dawn and drifts into dreams…