"Oh." Theodore was suddenly afraid to speak because all of those things sounded better than what he thought about. Half the time it was nothing, half the time, he thought about the past. The future seemed most of the time to be a big, empty space, and he could throw as many things as he could into it, but never fill it. "That sounds...really nice," he admitted. "I...I think about...well. I try to remember things. Good things that...that happened. I try to keep...the bad thoughts out, or think of nothing at all. It's...better that way."