[He lingers there as long as he can, wrapping himself tight in the thought of home. There are brief images of long, huge houses, and quiet halls, and dusty ballrooms and attics; the metal efficiency of military bases; little cottages and inns with guards outside the door.

And two little boys in a railway car huddled together -- the only emotion that comes close to what he's feeling now.

Eventually he pulls away. ]

All right. We'll try the simple way.