Ray let his own eyes drop. It was too soon. It was all too soon. And she was right. Going back was hard. He was sure his conscience wasn't free of the dirt of it. Had he wanted to actually kill anyone? Tensed, poised with a spear pointed business end at Rachel Getty's heart. He was hoping he hadn't....

Ray only gave a grim smile in response to Felicia's less-than-stellar assessment. Hearing someone else kind of not have any ideas either seemed to serve as an affirmation. He really didn't give a fuck, so long as he got back home. That was the only future that really mattered right now. "Yeah, ...

Ray followed Felicia to the table, sitting down with her. He had to think about what he wanted to eat anyway. Had to think about what wouldn't destroy his stomach lining too hard. It didn't take long for something to unsettle Felicia, because she wanted him to start a conversation. About anything, h...

He was glad she was looking happier. She had come in not exactly shining. "Down the hall on the right, over by the elevators. Kinda in the center." He had been in the cafe a grand total of one time since arriving here, and Ray had almost hoped it would have been his last. He had some stew ...

Ray's nearest hand went out to Felicia's shoulder, grabbed it, squeezed. "We shouldn't forget. I don't think that I can." A cold truth. He'd lost brothers, a sister on the island. He blamed himself, that much was certain. Maybe he even deserved the blame. "Not sleepy. Just tired."...

Ray nodded, looking out the door as Felicia left as if he could see Isabel from there and confirm. "She's fine. Uh. Think I managed to talk her out of doing something she was gonna regret later." Felicia asked him a question that dug underneath the surface. The question was innocuous, but ...

Ray looked around the room, at the silent TV and the bare walls. What WAS he doing? That was a good question. He started with the obvious, the surface. "Trying to go to sleep, you know. Just talked to Isabel-she woke up-. Think I passed out in her room a few minutes." It was an hour, but a...

Ray didn't have to keep trying to sleep. Maybe it was a good thing, maybe it wasn't, but he heard a familiar voice trickle in from outside the hallway. He looked up toward the door, unable to see but already knowing who it was. "Felicia. Come in, girl." He hadn't seen her much since they'd...

Ray left Isabel's room about an hour after he had nodded off when he had finished talking to her. He had left with an awkward "Sorry" and headed back to his own room. She needed her own rest, and he had been sure she didn't want to spend the night with his big-ass head on her leg. The room...

Ray finished off his Coke with a long, deep sip. The burgers were sitting in his stomach now like a pair of meaty bricks. He felt marginally better than when he had gotten off the bus. In truth, seeing his classmates trying to restart their lives with an ice cream shot eating contest did more than t...

Isabel had stayed on the bus when they had gotten to McDonalds. She had more or less urged Ray to go in with everybody and get something to eat. He didn't feel very hungry. He really wanted to get back home, forget all of this. As great as it was having Isabel still there, there were still things he...

Ray saw Mrs. Hansen was handling all this in her own way. He felt like he should acknowledge it. He took his hand off her shoulder, gave a half-smile. "I'll take a Pepsi if you have one. But I really should get going soon. - - - Raymond stayed till a quarter of 2, almost an hour after he had ar...

Everything she said seemed rehearsed, like she'd said it a million times before. He imagined the Hansen family had a nice, easy script worked out for guests. Unfortunately for her, he did slight waver in her voice as she ticked off her children. Sans 1. "No...I'm good. And I'll have to be leavi...

He could picture Annaliese in her Buddhist phase. He could see her, talking about Nirvana and all that. Even with her brief lapse when she yelled at Jimmy, it made sense. Ray thought of mom. Of Alicia. Hell, even Mike. They couldn't believe he made it home. And they were grateful. More than. Ray nod...

Ray was confused by the beer and the offer. Did he really seem that off? He was hoping he seemed calm. Calm enough anyway. He had to appreciate Mr. Hansen's honesty, though. He gently pushed the beer back with his palm. "It's..uh..it's wrestling season, and I've gotta work on cutting weight soo...