For a moment, I'm not sure what to do. I stand in the middle of the car, hands hanging limply at my sides, just watching the two of them in the low light. This place, awful as it is, has so much history... so much happened between the two of them, here, and I feel unavoidably out of place. It's endless and untouchable, the vast and fuckin' legendary -- fuckin' prophetic history of Mike and Tom.

But finally, I sink down onto the mattress beside Mike, my shoulder brushing his, and after a long moment of hesitation, I let my head tip over on his shoulder, just taking that little bit of comfort while about thousand things clang noisily inside my brain.