"Yeah," Henry agreed, with his first genuine chuckle of this entire conversation. "Definitely taking a vacation." He pushed himself up, still exhausted, still depressed - that wasn't going to go away in the blink of an eye - but a little more resolute. "I'm not going to do it. This whole thing," he gestured off in the general direction of where he'd been dying, "made me realize that I've got a problem." He stuffed his hands in his pockets, still slouching, still clearly beaten down, but at least he was standing again. "Eileen...maybe she'll show up, but I can't keep hoping for it. I'll hope myself to death. I need to start being happy with what I do have, rather than longing for what I don't, and probably never will, have." With a shrug, he added, "I know those two don't have to be mutually exclusive, but I don't think I'm one of the people that can do both."