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I'd like to go see Greenleaf, today, do you think we can go? I don't know, De, we'll see how it goes, see what the doctors say. I think they'll let you pay home a visit. I just want to sit in the garden, sit on the porch. Have a shower in my own house. I know, De, I know.
Can I go home?
I want to go home.
It's not the same with Carolyn not there, though. I feel guilty, going out, visiting home, checking everything, when she's stuck here. I know, I know, she understands, but it's not the same without her.
Maybe we can both go home, one day, when we're both better.
I'd like that.
I want to go home.
Home.
Having been
transfered to sickbay, asleep after being dosed with sedatives, along with the anti-depressants, De was lying in sickbay, the place he tried hardest to avoid. Monitored on one of the bio-beds, he was still asleep, although the sedatives were beginning to wear off. He mumbled a little, as his thoughts started to return to him, shifted awkwardly on the bed.