She's not happy with me, though. She may want nothing else to do with me. Even if it's not about being gay, I just...It's got to sound bad to her.

[The nephilim puts his face in his hands, and the crackling continues. If he had never seen them again, maybe it would have been better. He has no clue how much worse it could get.]

They showed up after everyone else.

It seems like everyone who arrived knows someone who's already here. Somethings not right about it- I think no matter what they are, they're not staying.

Perhaps I felt I could have my old life back for a moment.