Tommy doesn't think it's very much of a distinction, and when it comes right down to it, death and gone are very similar when you can't get to a person you love.

He thinks, briefly, of standing in the field and being on the brink of everything. Of falling into the grave, alive, and climbing out and having to choose between May and Grace now that he had the real choice. Now, though, there's nothing. Now, he's sitting half naked in a strange woman's bed.

"You don't need to put me in his things," he says gently. "I'm a hardy thing. I grew up in drafty boats and draftier housing. I can smoke out an open window for a moment."