A memory. Your eyes are a little wet, your heart a little heavy. You're seated on a bed. Lloyd's draped on you, a solid presence at your back, his chin on your shoulder and your heads leaned together.

"Whatcha thinking...?" Lloyd asks.

"Thinking about going back home's always been a little scary, but...I think I'm looking forward to it too."

"It'd be a big problem if you weren't! Home's home."

"Yeah...home's important."