Radar gnaws his lip. "I think so, yeah," he says, though he doesn't sound wholly sure himself. "I, uh. I don't think I wanna be in a house all by myself after all that."

Up here with everybody setting up camp, it's kinda like being back at the 4077th. Even on the worst days, Radar could always go to sleep hearing the sounds of fifty other people breathing. That meant fifty other people who'd just been through the same awful day, too, and somehow that made it all a little easier to bear.