[She shrugged because she needed something to do.] "He used to. He pretended to be a paper sales man, but really he was working for these assholes who were trying to find more people like me. Before I left, again...before I left again, he had given it up."

[Claire again took to looking around his cabin.] "I like it. But I can't imagine not having a place to call home." [She canted her head at him sadly, wondering how to read the look on his face.] "Then again, I guess you could say home is where your family and friends are...I think that's why I call this place home now, sometimes. It doesn't always sit well with everyone, Warden and Inmate alike, but really, when you're here for so long like I've been, what else am I supposed to call it?"

[She didn't regret her time here, if only because it meant meeting people like Jason and Ruby, Sam and Wichita. It meant she got to help Bobby and hopefully the others too, if only a little before they disappeared. Deep down, she felt like she could graduate Malcolm too. And that made everything so worth it. No matter how hellish Ports and floods got, they couldn't take those things away from her.]