A year ago, Wrench couldn't have imagined the strange gifts that Deerington would impart. Even a few months prior, he would have been loathe to admit too publicly that there are many things about his current predicament that he's grateful for. Things he knows he'll never find in his life again if this place is taken from him. Now that secret is written all over the walls of his shop and the brick facade outside the grocery store. Everyone knows that this is where he wants to be, and that he'll fight like hell to make sure he gets to stay.

It doesn't surprise him that someone else might feel that way too, even at first blush of the weird little town. He considers the words, nodding along as they shape and hesitate and transform on the screen of the phone. He understands -- a lot better than this guy can want to know.

When I first got here, someone told me this place is like a second chance. Third for you, I guess?

There are worse things out there than Deerington.