Ben... the one person Five was never able to say goodbye to. There's still more he wants to know about him, about how they got through it, but he doubts it's any easier to talk about now. At least he got to see his statue before it came tumbling down.

"You saw how good I was at following his advice." He smiles to himself, as much as that's killed him to think about these past 45 years. Dad being right. He wasn't ready.

"I guess it must have sunk in at some point. I found you all together." Morbid topic, but that's all he ever thinks about. Nothing like the end of the world for a family gathering. As he prods his skin, he winces at another gash that's deeper than he expected. They're getting better at guessing where he'll jump to.

"I'll bring it up at the next family meeting."