"Yes, we are." There's a long silence as he listens to the request. Anyone else from Rose Creek? Who else might have died? He had hoped- quiet, really, that hope- that no one else had died but he and Goody. That the rest of the seven had made it out for better or for worse.

"... They aren't here. You're the only other one." There are strangers, though. Men he's never met before. And the ghosts that flicker in the shadows of the corner of his eye, invisible specters of former residents. Or maybe, just maybe, their mysterious hosts.

He leads Vasquez back to the main road, following the path to the home he and Goody have marked as their own.