"I miss my bike," he said quickly, as he fed another chunk of firewood into the pit. He turned to her and mimmed revving the gas on the handlebars of his motorcycle. He didn't know how to explain that in Spanish. "And I miss my home. My bathroom and kitchen." He sighed and slumped. "I miss hamburgers, fries and milkshakes. I miss someone else cooking my steaks to perfection." He missed room service and waitresses in short skirts. He missed all of the lights from the strip. God, there was so much to miss! Family and friends just didn't factor in to it for Quinn though.