"I was more thinking about my son, but you're right. It's come back to me, like, ten thousand fold. Or something. I'm not sure," Adam made a face. He hadn't thought of it like that.
"You are such a downer," Adam said, shaking his head. "You're killin' me. Spent Sunday in the infirmary, didn't get to see my lady, and I have to go back to my heathens tomorrow. I just want to teach them things! Why won't they let me?" He shook his fists at the ceiling, then walked over to one of the cabinets and started rummaging around.