"This place will always be a part of you, you know."

We're sitting in the grass out on the lawn of the former Cunningham estate, staring up at the night sky. I have no idea what time it is - long past dinner, I'm sure, and probably far into the night - but for whatever reason neither food nor sleep interests me very much right now. I've even called my dad and told him I won't be in to work tomorrow.

Calder doesn't respond for a long moment.

"It's not ...