are we all such fragile things?

"If we were vampires and death was a joke..."

"Now, it's us against the world."

It's October in Vermont, and I've been dropped off in the middle of nowhere. It's pouring outside and it's freezing cold. But there's two young men in a motel room with an extra pair of clothes and two loud voices that make me feel like everything is going to be alright...

I've just gotta find my dad. That should be easy enough.

But something - someone - tells me it doesn't always end up that way.

"I swear, Strafford has had the life sucked out of it. I think I'm gonna end up that way, too."

"Carry on, my wayward son."