“For a lot of years my stuff was in cities all over the world. Paris, Kinshasa, Darfur, Chicago. But this box right here means I’m officially home.” - It’s 2009 and John Carter is falling in love again.

Evan gasps, and Tommy asks, “What’s wrong?” There shouldn't be any bears on their trail, but anything is possible, and – and Evan is running over to a butterfly sitting on a leaf. Squatting down to get closer to the bug, Evan excitedly says, “I love Dogface butterflies. They’re California’s state insect! Did you know, only the males have the dog head pattern, so that means this little guy –” he points enthusiastically at the butterfly “– is a guy!” His smile is radiant as he looks over his shoulder at Tommy, and Tommy’s only thought is, did you know I love you?

“You doing okay today?” Tommy cocks his head to the side, and his eyes flick across Buck’s face. His smile softens. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Buck swallows. “You sure?” Tommy’s voice is careful. Nonjudgmental. “I’m fine,” Buck repeats, shifting uncomfortably. “Good, I’m glad.” Tommy doesn’t question him though, just tugs more firmly on the hem of Buck’s shirt with a nod. “You’ve had a… roller coaster couple days.”