In a rundown city just across the Canadian border, a teen boy sits outside a convenience store. His clothing is dirty and stained, and he hasn't washed in at least two weeks. His stomach growls and he watches carefully as people slowly trickle in and out of the store. Siffleur's shaggy hair hangs in his eyes and he doesn't ask for help - he just watches each person as they exit their car.

And, just around the corner, out of the boy’s line of sight, the woman from the last memory is there too. She’s cut her hair and dyed it a terrible box black, and she’s hanging with layers of clothes, but she’s grinning and she seems much, much better. She quickly waves for Jack to come over and join her before he’s noticed.