"Aye well, that's really all I have is the family I made," Davin says, thinking of his parents. They're here, so close, but they don't really feel like family, not like the one he's made for himself. "Aside from my gran, o' course. But she's so far."

He's talked to his gran daily since he made it out of that warehouse, and he wants to see her so badly that it's like a physical ache. He smiles wryly and takes a sip from his coffee. "I'm really glad I met ya, Brigid. Ya feel like family, y'know. Like home."