"You got me there," Alex grunts, crossing his arms across his chest in a manner that ends up being more self-conscious than aloof like he'd been springing for. "Wouldn't mind that either. Provided it's the right ones."

He wouldn't purge any of his memories of Amy from his mind, no matter how much he was offered for them. Recollections of leaving Seth and Brian and Sarah to die in abandoned buildings, however?

He'd rather live without those.