I knew I had to keep him to myself, as I'd slowly begun to keep everything. We had secrets now, truths and half-truths, that kept her always at arm's length, behind a closed door, miles away.

Wes wants to be with Macy. And Macy, whether she'll admit it or not, wants to be with Wes. And yet they're not together, which is not only unjust, but when you think about it, tragical!

Told you. Everything sounds better in the car wash.

But what he didn't understand was that this dreamland was preferable, walking through this life half-sleeping, everything at arm's length or farther away. I understood those mermaids. I didn't care if they sang to me. All I wanted was to block out all the human voices as they called me name again and again, pulling me upward into light, to drown.

"It's gonna be okay," I said. It was the first time in a long time that I believed it. "It will."

If nothing else, now we knew where to find each other, even if only time would tell if either of us would ever come looking.

Remy: Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together? Dexter: You're here, aren't you?