"Whatever it is," he started, settling down cross-legged in front of the warmth, "it's the reality I have. Home, whatever the concept, is not an option for me. At all."

He sat quietly, back straight, but the heat of the fire on his face made him wince. He moved away, setting the tablet he held in his lap. He suddenly didn't feel like being too close to the heat and the flames.

"But whatever happened saved me from death...I can't be too upset."