He watches his daughter haul Luna out of the room, and realizes that her anger was focused on her, not him. He drifts aimlessly down the hallway and finds himself in his former bedroom. His wife is asleep on her side of the bed. He kneels quietly at her side and touches her hand. "I am so very sorry. I never intended it to be like this. We were supposed to be together." His voice trails off into nothingness. **She can't hear me, and I can't wake her up.** He stands and drifts back towards his daughter's room.