"We'll pull one of the mattresses down to the living room. It'll be like a sleep over." Given with a smile, Raylan pulled himself out of the car and got the groceries from the back.

"Just follow me until we can get some lights on." It was better, less creepy with the lights on. He just hadn't been able to handle the silence and being alone, tormented and left with his memories and his heartache and had driven all the way back to Lexington a few nights, to sit in a booth of some diner to soak in the light and the life of other people. The lack of terror in the air.