The sky was cloudy and Andy stared up at it, watching the shapes and lack thereof swirling miles above. For the first time in two weeks, he felt completely relaxed. The wound he'd incurred fighting - all right, running from - the cougar was gone, he was smoking a joint, and was feeling a glorious high.
As he watched the clouds roll, he liked to pretend that the place wasn't real; Cold Oak had been a nightmare. Maybe that kid Sid wasn't too far off - maybe all of this really was a bad trip of some kind. Pondering that unlikely possibility made Andy both happy and sad. Happy, because if it was a trip, eventually he would have to come back down and it would all be over. He might be coming down now, actually, which would explain why the wound was gone.
But, on the other hand, if it wasn't real, then neither was the fucked up and slightly quaint life he'd somehow managed to build here. Luna, Lexie, Elliot...George, Tonks, Martha...would all be figments of his imagination. Nothing more than a lie. A beautiful, comfortable lie, but a lie, all the same.
The sound of a familiar voice pulled his focus away from the clouds and his bittersweet train of thought. He looked back at the source of the voice and was fairly surprised to see Luna there after her second reappearing-disappearing act two days before the earthquake. The first, of course, being the day that Lexie had knocked him out to stitch his leg. Come back to take the rest of your crap? he wondered, since he'd noticed that some of her things had gone missing after she'd flipped the hot-cold switch on him again.
There were a million things he wanted to say to her. A million things he wanted to ask, even. "Hey," was all he could manage.