(May 14th, 2013. Robbie is sitting back from the keyboard, staring blankly at a job offer on the screen. He rubs the pain from his eyes. Berik walks by.)

Berik: "Come to a decision, Bubba?"
Robbie: "No... I..."
Berik: "You know I'll follow wherever you want to go. Colorado's nice, but your mother is an absolute hoot. Talk me through it."
Robbie: "All... alright. If I go back to Alaska, it'll be nice... I'll get to see my family, my friends, even my friends' kids..."
Berik: "But..."
Robbie: "It'll be that damned train again. The same elderly, the same people-as-boats squeezing in and out of the narrow train car stairs..."
Berik: "They tip, though."
Robbie: "That's not the point. That's going to be us, someday."
Berik: "So? That's life."
Robbie: "Not my life. Not yet. I... I can't go back to that. Not yet. Not now. I won't go back to those whitehairs. Those white walls. Those terrible blinds, that goddamned wood furniture. I..." (eyes start to well)... "Josh is the first. I can't see it happen to him. I just can't." (begins to weep) "We'll all be on the train soon!"
Berik: (comforting with a hug) "Hey, hey, alright, alright. We'll go to Colorado."