Elysia. Every day when I come home from work she's the first to greet me at the door. Gracia just started letting her help bake too. Actually...I have a picture of both of them back in my room, in my wallet.

[He was sick, so it wasn't like he'd been carrying that around. Maybe looking at it would help. He certainly feels steadier now, if not a little sad again. He takes another breath and looks at Keith now.]

I'm okay now. Thank you.