With his attention drawn to it, Luka wiped at his perspiring forehead. He was feeling warm and achy all over. He should be in bed, but he could get to that eventually. "I just got a bit of a flu. I probably already had it coming on when I ran into the water to get you. They've dosed me up on flu pills. I'm just due another dose." He wiped his hand on his jeans. "First time when right after I was born. My mom had an infection and it put her into premature labor, nearly two months early. She died, and I was adopted after I was discharged from hospital. The next time was a high school field trip to Aspen. I was ploughed head-first into a tree by another skier and had a bad head injury that put me into a coma for three months. Then at my senior prom, because I was gay and had a transsexual dad and a bisexual mom, I was kidnapped for a laugh and abused. It all went wrong, and they ended up beating me and leaving me in a ditch on the side of the road."

"Still, he would care about you and be worried about you. If he knows your not there. Is there a chance you doesn't know? Is there anyone that would be worried if you weren't there or went missing?" he had to ask. It was hard to understand much here. The guy wasn't revealing a lot about himself. Nothing identifying anyway. "You don't have to answer this, but is it a drug habit that pushed you do this?"