There hasn't been much time for daydreaming lately. Not with Daniel's forces on the move. There's still so much work that needs to be done to build the Alliance. To prepare Thunder Mountain for what's coming.

But sometimes . . . sometimes . . . when I'm on the road with Kurdy, on one of those long drives between towns . . . my thoughts wander toward home.

Not any particular home that I've ever known. I can't remember where I'm from. I can't remember my life before the Big Death. My mind just doesn't want to go there. But I can dream. I dream of a home in a peaceful future where survival doesn't mean scrounging through the debris of the old world or fighting to make it through another day. A place where I can leave my burdens at the door; where I'll feel welcome and safe. Someplace where I can finally, truly belong.