Freedom is not something I own, it's something I want, but don't have. My lab isn't my home, my brothers are, but why do I feel so stuck? Like one day I'm not going to be needed anymore. I need to be needed.
Four might become three, three might become two, two might become one. And then I'll be all alone. Donnie has never gone over in his head about how much one event can change so much. But he's about to compare it to his much needed "outlet". And might come to a rather sad conclusion.