"A year." Billy repeats harshly, not liking the underlying implication that he'll be here just as long. Billy isn't exactly a tactile person, but he can help around the city and participate in these... outings, so long as it means his wish is fulfilled. That said, Vasquez seems far more equipped to handle a city such as this, with his easy comradery and friendship.

Who knows, maybe Billy will be stuck here even longer than planned. The thought makes his stomach curl slightly. He can still see Goody falling off the church steeple, hear him land in the graveyard below even over the fire of the gatling gun. A year is too long.