He keeps glancing at you while walking, but he doesn't say a word. It's one of the worst winters he has experienced since the outbreak and you look more like a porcelain doll that should be stored carefully in a box, not a survivor in the wild. There were six people when you started the trip, but now it's just the two of you and your dog. He wonders if he'll arrive alone to Jackson. He has had to say too many goodbyes in his life already. It would be a shame to try to forget your pretty face too.