Henry's in prison here and we meet him in what used to be one of the grassy quads.

He's got his prison blue jumpsuit on.

I stumble around for something to say. I feel lame for not coming up and seeing him before.

Afterwards we go over to the museum they've made out of one corner of the campus, the old dorms.

Nobody comes here -- its one of those hallmarks they dropped in to pretend like something awful didn't happen here. Like life just stopped happening. Which, in a way, I suppose it did.

We go to one of the rooms and Matt exclaims "holyshit -- this is my room".

"Just like it," I agree.

"No, I mean, my room." He sits in the desk chair, swivles around, expertly pops the phone off the hook without even looking at it.

"See?"

They've reproduced it all down to the placement. The furniture, the books on the shelves. Except for the dust its picture-perfect.

Like nothing ever happened.