[The man doesn't know, of course, how much work he's already assigned himself. The Westport notes, the scrapbook, getting close to Jane Smith, finding a time to talk to the Postman . . . But Lucas is aware that he is being spoken to like a young child - Who could blame this person, after catching him like this? That, too, was a part of the reason he was loathe to be caught crying. It was too much to expect that people would be aware of how much he had endured already in his brief life.

Whatever work he would want to be done, though . . . Lucas had to honor the Netherlands's work first.]

That would be the best thing. It would be a great solution to all of this, wouldn't it . . . ?

But that's what I mean, mister. Plans to get everyone out, to learn more about this town. That's what I have to do.