Williams didn’t turn around. “Yeah. I guess I am.” He exhaled cigar smoke. “It’s not like him to be so ...”
“Morose?”
“Yeah. I guess that’s it. You know, he’s been at that pond almost since we got here ... just drinking and staring ... completely oblivious. Remember how I told you that neither of us could recall our previous lives? Well, maybe he’s recalling ...” He paused, struggling to find the right words. “A different state of being. A different incarnation. I think he was a man once. A man who lived for a very long time.”
“A lonely man, then ...”
“Yes. Sort of a last man standing. And I think when we met ... he rediscovered something he’d been missing for a long time.”
“Friendship. Someone to talk to,” she said.
“More than that. A reason to live. I—I’ve felt it myself. All those
