"You're you. That's all." Thomas looked over her. "You and all the other little complainers. The ones who want to be home, or something better. The ones who think that this isn't where they should be. You're all wrong. This is exactly where you should be. This is the place you belong. You wouldn't be here if you weren't supposed to be here. I can bring and send, but you wouldn't be here if you weren't supposed to be."
He glared at her. "You'll get no more from me. No more questions, no more answers. I must go." He turned to look down the street; it should have changed, but there was the same corner he'd just left. It made him sad.