"Don't think so." Richie. Kate. Pretty standard names, but at least he can say that he watched their brother and/or friend steal a future car. For whatever that's worth.

Does he get bored? Well, sure, who wouldn't? But whatever he did back home, it wasn't nearly as exciting as whatever you call this. It was existing. Surviving. It was holding a mind-numbingly boring job, returning to an empty apartment, and walking an extra mile just to avoid the street that hosted a cheap motel that looked a little bit too much like one of the dozens he and Jay holed up in during their - exploits.

"Back home? Didn't really have much to go back to, I guess." One shoulder hitches up in a vague shrug. "Unless you're patriotic for Alabama."