Outgrew. [This isn't an easy pill to swallow, not one he wants to choke down. He doesn't believe it. Can't. There's no way it's possible. Science fiction is just that: fiction.
Yet...]
Okay. Okay. Say I drink the kool-aid here and you're Grace, and little Charlie is somehow, what? Big Charlie now, I suppose. What do I do with that?
[That's not really a question he wants to have answered or one he really wants to have asked in the first place. It's a headache he doesn't need.
What the hell was he supposed to do with that? How does does someone accept something like this?
''One day at a time. One foot in front of the other. 'gonna get through this one way or another.'']