I look over my shoulder one more time. I wish Grandma was here. I was Ma was here. I met really nice people last time, not the mean people that take pictures when we're at the store. I think they would like it here. Maybe next time I have to hold their hand more tight so that they can come with me.

No, not very long. I met, last time I met some people who said they were here for years. But I only stay for less than a day. Not even as long as a school day.

I pause.

My name's Jack.