"It might," Liam said, uncertainly. "I thought maybe I could get them to send me somewhere else, y'know, not home, like a fresh start or whatever. But then I wouldn't know, would I? They could just wipe my memory and dump me back in New York. And knowing me, I'd end up in prison for real." He dug his heel into the sand, feeling his throat threaten to close with some painful, unnameable emotion. "So I'm stuck here. And I'm really trying, y'know? I never tried at anything before. It just feels so fucking pointless."