It's almost comforting to hear that there'll be people there to look after him. That he won't completely alone, the way that he's felt since the day his parents died. But there's also something in her words, too, that makes him stop and draws the worry out sudden, leaving him feeling nauseated. Plenty of adults to take care of him, she says, but what if they all disappear, too?

Sometimes he wonders, if he'd just done a little more, tried a little harder, not always spent his time reading books or playing games... would he have seen that Mr. Sawyer was a bad guy?

Still, he takes her hand wordlessly. "Okay. A bed. I wanna work for it, though," he mumbles.