“Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?”

“Is it possible for a home to be a person and not a place? Brigette used to be home to me. Maybe St. Clair is my new home.”

“And for the first time since coming home, i'm completely happy. It's strange. Home... to be here, in my technical house, and discover now someplace different... Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?... For the two of us, home isn't a place. It's a person. And we're finally home.”

“For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.”

“...home isn't a place. It's a person.”

“Because I was right. For the two of us, home isn't a place. It's a person”

“This warmth over the telephone. Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Bridgette used to be home to me. Maybe St. Clair is my new home.I mull this over as our voices grow tired and we stop talking. We just keep each other company. My breath. His breath. My breath. His breath.I could never tell him, but it's true.This is home. The two of us.”