What was he yelling for? That was a question. Chris didn't answer for a few moments, feeling the ground on his back and the grass against legs. Chris didn't want to answer. But it wasn't like he'd really shared since coming here. A little here, a little there. Nothing terribly inconsequential. Maybe he had too. Maybe that was part of the problem.

He tried to figure out where to start in his journey, where to voice the pain that he had tried to scream out and failed to do so. "I'm dead. I think I'm dead and I failed to save my family."

Then it was Chris' turn to try to deflect with a joke.

"Aren't you glad I'm such good company?"