"Forgot my latchkey..." He can't keep track of what's happening or where he is, nor can he keep from whimpering at the pain racking his body. At least pain and delirium is something better than fear - some part of him deep down knows to be terrified. He doesn't want to think about the fact that soon, it might all be over. All the hopes and dreams he had, all the ones he gave up in the last year, now gone for certain.