"I just feel so—so alone now," Bran says quietly. He's not crying, his voice isn't shaky, it's more like he's speaking from somewhere far away, the vocal version of a thousand-yard stare. "I'm here, so I must have parents in some sense. But my ma's gone, my da's gone, I don't know where I'm going to sleep tonight.<br/><br/>"You two, maybe Chris, you're all I have left. The Honer's survivors. And I don't even know you, really; I mean I've seen you around the office when I've come in to talk to Da but I didn't know your names until today.<br/><br/>"Isn't that strange? To be uprooted from your family and hanging on to strangers for dear life?"