"Most people, I suspect, don't know you that well," Victor retorts.

"Yes," he says, with surprising conviction. "It's not really home to me anymore. I like it where I am -- well, I wouldn't mind more people, but you know what I mean. Back in Burtonsville, I didn't have any real friends, and the only life I could look forward to is taking over my father's fish cannery. Here I have you and Marty and Doc and everyone else I've met. And I'm free to be whatever I wish." He smiles. "I like it. I feel -- alive."