James: I remember him before all this. He was calm, quiet, thoughtful, and kept his cool all the time, even when angry he had restraint. But I don't know who that man is. It may be David's body, but it isn't always David. It's like who goes somewhere else and leaves behind—something, I don't know. And when he's gone, I fear. I fear he's not going to comeback, that he can't comeback, or, even worse, that he won't want to comeback. And when I see him, I can't help but wonder if he is really there. There's something wrong with him, I know that much. Something wrong with his head, and I can't help him. He can't even help himself. He's alone, alone with the fragments of his mind, alone and by himselves.