"No, it was Derwent. He was the only one I ever saw after. And then he was eight, and I haven't seen him since. He said something about Lockboxes once, and tapped his head, I wasn't sure until now what he meant." And now he knew that he couldn't house the dead in his head. He wasn't as strong as the pair of them. Mentally or in the Shining way.
"Right. We're bright eyed and bushy tailed. Well... Almost." He grinned at Abra. They could all use the little robots back home, he was sure of it.