Alfie nodded and ran over the places she had mentioned over and over again in his head. Maine. New England. Canada. He didn't really care very much about those places. He supposed he still wasn't being very clear, but with the slight heaviness of his head, he couldn't think of the right words to say. Perhaps all he wanted was to be free. A young boy trapped on a island felt like the entire world was collapsing on top of him. He needed a change. He needed to know there was more out there that he could see and enjoy.
"I heard he got really fucked up in that storm," Alfie replied about Luke. Apparently, alcohol made him curse like a sailor. This bit sort of made him grin a little, and eventually, he was chuckling to himself for apparently no reason. He stopped when she asked a question and just shrugged. "What do you mean? Who? Like grown ups or something? How? I mean, I haven't told any of them. Just you and Annie and Lexie. And none of you have told any of the grown ups, right?" Ah, he had no idea just how naive he still was.