Cleaning me up is just a preliminary step to determining my new look. With my acid-damaged hair, sunburned skin, and ugly scars, the prep team has to make me pretty and then damage, burn, and scare me in a more attractive way.

As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve.

Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.

I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.

Because I can't handle the nightmares. Not without you.

But the words are easy and soothing, promising tomorrow will be more hopeful than this awful piece o time we call today.

You know, I think this is the first time we've ever done anything normal together.