[It strikes her a little too hard, and a little too late, that Ford didn't actually choose to come aboard voluntarily. He didn't get to say goodbye, and he doesn't have the luxury of being able to go back whenever he wants. None of the inmates do. Laura's face falls, and she regrets -- just a little bit -- that she asked in this way, but she really doesn't know how else she could have done so. She files away the names, the facts, the way that Ford's expressions change, even if subtly, as he speaks.]

I'm sorry.

They sound ... [Something. Something. What are words?]

I had only known my sister for a few months when I came here originally. That didn't mean that I didn't miss and worry about her every single day that I was here. Must be something about thirteen-year-olds, right? [She offers a laugh, but there's not that much humor in it.]

You reconnected with Stan, too?