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The island's gone back to normal and everything has more or less calmed down. He's getting used to Edmund having people around again. He's finding his place. The house is still kind of noisy, which finds Charlie on the roof of the compound, sneakered feet dangling over the edge, joint between his lips. He's not totally high, just floating on a good buzz. He closes his eyes and drifts.

He could spend a whole afternoon like this.
Eventually, he'll find his way home.