Phil had found Tommy in exile. It had been five years since he'd seen the boy, and he looked so different now. Longer, disheveled hair, more jumpy, and extremely skinny. He took Tommy back home, trying to get Tommy back into some semblance of a normal life. It had been a few days since then, and Phil was trying to decide what he wanted to make for dinner. "What do you want to eat, Tommy?" He turned around to look at Tommy, who was taller than him now. It was funny how much he thought he knew about his son, yet he knew so little.