[Two years... Steven can't even imagine. He's only been here for about six months, himself. But maybe he'd had his one chance already and he lost it. Maybe he'd done something wrong, or maybe it was just bad luck.

He stares down at the table, his voice getting progressively softer and shakier as he speaks.]

Marc was here before. That's his name- Marc. Got here two months after I did. Lucky, right? Except... It only lasted for about two weeks. Maybe three. I wasn't... I wasn't home when he left. Because of... That old mining town. I was sent there and he... He wasn't.