"Can't say I don't like the sound of that."

Electricity. Man there is nothing like it, and no amount of time spent here will ever change how he feels about that. Door shut and seen to in the warm flicker of restored electric lamplight, Joel makes a b-line for the pill packets scattered at the edge of the counter, downs them with a bottle of chilled water from the fridge. Sometimes it all seems absurd, enjoying comforts he hasn't known in years but--

Dwelling on it too long isn't gonna help anyone. Tommy did a good job. Fine, he can admit that.

"Go on, scoot. You should've been in bed hours ago." Damn teenagers.