[b]Floyd [/b]	

	Why wasn't he smiling? Instead he cried alongside her, planting his forehead on her shoulder so the kisses would stop. They felt uncomfortable on his rugged dry skin - burned by the sun rays that were killing the ozone layer. His tears refreshed him as some would scrape down his cheeks then fall to the surface as they reached his chin. Was he forcing himself to cry? To show Jess some compassion so she wouldn't feel so let down by their reunion? Floyd honestly didn't know the answer, but knew the situation. Yet he still could not bring himself to smile.  

	 Floyd had seen the light in Jessalyn's eyes, the spark of joy that overwhelmed her actions. She was not thinking anymore, just acting upon obsessive instincts. It was difficult to be happy in a position so drawn together by horrors. This wasn't what he wanted, to find Jess once again locked somewhere she did not wish to be. Where was Abram? He swore to protect her, stay by her side at all times, yet he was not present.

	During Floyd's journeys, he learned to forget them. He coped with the idea that they were alive, but he would never see them again - and found peace. And now, when the odds stood against him, after losing old and new friends, a speckle of positiveness crashed into his life. He thought it simple teasing, something that would be given to him for a little time, then stripped from his grasp like everything else had been. His mind wanted to believe they would be together again, but his heart didn't seem to find that same optimism. 

	Jess ranted over and over that she loved him, repeating it with more intensity as she continued. Floyd no longer believed it, it was hard to. In all means, they once knew each other, but Floyd changed who he was - who he had been. Jess was absent this change, not seeing the things he'd done and probably would have done if he were on the opposite side of the spectrum. The redneck believed he would have killed for Hank, for DeSean, for that entire group he learned to respect. It didn't make any sense, but his little time with Hank and the others made him feel more important and needed than his time with Jess - or was it that he just forgot how it felt to be by her side? Unanswerable questions kept roaming through his tired mind. It showed in his face how fatigued he was, not sleeping at all the night of their arrival. He would never admit it, but he was afraid of what was to come.  

	Forcefully, Jess dragged him into the room as Floyd's steps became hesitant to follow. The man stared at the back of her head unwillingly, just exhausted of it all. He didn't understand why she was so happy? Not for seeing him, but the overall emotional resonance was what he was questioning. Did she not know what these people were capable of? Floyd did. They were trading supplies for people who were to be their slaves - destined to free labor. Then as Jess turned to face him, Floyd noticed what lay between her arms. His squinting eyes opened as widely as possible. Lost in the moment, he had not even noticed she was no longer pregnant. He looked down into the baby's eyes when Jess interrupted his gaze by passing her baby to him. As gently as he could, he took the child with his hands, positioning him like Jess had a second ago. In that moment, Floyd was able to look up at Jess and finally give her a faint smile - his humanity and affection still stored in his new shell, one that would have to be broken again. 

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	Still not saying a word, Floyd refused to sit down on the sofa provided. Like in Alison's doctors office, the man couldn't find himself that comfortable. He believed everyone was his enemy at this point - not Jess or the others of course - but everyone at this community. Therefore, despite the recollections that Tremblay's question brought, Floyd kept to himself. He merely huffed at Tremblay and looked at him with disgust. He crossed his arms and laid back on the wall looking at Jess and hoping she wouldn't say anything. If they succumb to answer his questions, then they just show they're with him - an aspect Floyd didn't even want to think about.