Vacation. [ And he laughs hollowly; there's a mighty sniff as he grabs at his nose and pinches hard. ] Yeah, that's where I been. Motherfuckin' vacation.

Why're you pissed at me? Ain't my fault if they chuck me back home, like, take away? Like, my remembering this place at all? Chuck me back here again like it's a joke? Ain't my fault. [ A beat, and then, ] Why? What? How long was I out for?

[ Months, he's figuring. That's what it's been. Months. ]