And suppose they did, hm? Suppose we track down the record of them, where they stayed and when they came and went. Then—then what?

[He can't keep the hitch in his voice from the last two words. Then what? What happens next? What does it mean? He's spent so long convinced that no one cared for him, no one mourned him, no one answered his cries for help. That when he died he became nothing more than an object for Cazador's use. But Gale and the rest have proven him wrong in so many ways. They've shown him he still has a life that he can live. What if he was wrong about being forgotten as well?

He blinks suddenly, rapidly, trying to chase away the wet sting gathering at the corners of his eyes.]