[He doesn't say anything, just letting the images run above them. That's right, it's all just an illusion, images taken secondhand. He's no closer than he was before.

He wants to say something. His friends, they birds, they knew he was not of this world. They took him in, he led them and their children, their children's children, and so forth throughout countless seasons. But during that time he could lose himself, not have to dwell in the utter loneliness he felt despite being surrounded.

Here he sits, with Elle. She always asked him, bothered him, prodded him with words and actions he wasn't used to. He talked to her about so many things in the way only humans could and sometimes he even felt...

There's not a lot he can say when surrounded by strangers. But he does give her this.]

... I traveled... A very, very, long distance. Like I said, I remember less and less of what it was like. Being out there.