The comfort feels strange -- it always does. The only time it didn't was Caroline. He still can remember sometimes how she held him through that first transformation, how she didn't flinch from his pain. Caroline knew how to deal with people, how to help them. Tyler's never been too good at that.

He just messes things up. He tries to help and he makes it worse. After what happened to his pack -- well he doesn't try much anymore. He's too tired, and trying takes energy he doesn't have. He doesn't believe it'll make a difference. (Caroline had the optimism too, that shining hope that they could beat everything in the end).

"It used to come easy. I mean, I never drew much outside of class, but it was never hard."

It came naturally.

Nothing comes naturally anymore. Everything is a struggle.

(Caroline would want them to keep fighting, that's what he tells himself when it's too hard to get out bed)

"I never thought I'd be an artist -- my dad never would of gone for that." And Richard Lockwood's word had been law, but he's dead like everyone else.

None of it matters now.