"And then, after a while, the boy started screaming again." The boy is Jason. Lost in the wilderness and bullshit that keeps us apart, under the sunny sky. Screaming, alone. It's not that he's beyond help so much as the fact that they won't be able to get to him, across that open space, when it's time; that they won't be able to get him home in one piece, once he starts wandering. Or probably he's just all fucked up on drugs.
"What happened to the boy?" Maxine asks, in the silence. She's a mother. The boy lived. She is moved, and across the aisle Terry Bellefleur starts to freak out a little bit, because war is like a gin and tonic: pretty much the same no matter where you drink it. The rednecks are unimpressed by this boring story about the boy, but everybody else is all over Bill's jock at this point. Mayor Norris hobbles up and hands Bill an old tintype from the archives that says Mr. W.T. Compton and family on the back. The question Mayor Norris wants to ask is whether this is a picture of Bill, because if so, that is extremely fucked up because Bill is standing right there. Bill's voice cracks. "This... This is a remarkable photograph. I remember the day we gathered to have this taken." Sookie's touched by the depth of feeling he's hiding. She can't hear his thoughts but she knows him better than anybody in this room; she probably knows his face better than any other face because of all the skills she's had to use with him, it follows, for the first time.
"When was the last time you were with them?" Maxine asks. Everyone but Sam is moved by the idea that not everybody made it, through time; that he's the last man standing. "When I went to war in 1862. I... My human life ended before I had a chance to come back home." Rene asks if he became a..." (is this a situation where you use a euphemism or is there some kind of politically correct hyphenate or is it even offensive or has he reclaimed the word or is it just a word, a meaningless utterance imbued with meaning through connotation and context, and if I offend him will they make me leave, because this is totally interesting, okay fuck it) "...A vampire after that, right? Couldn't you go back to your family then?" The sadness in his eyes is bottomless; he puts a handkerchief to his eyes so that they won't see him crying, because if they see him crying their allergies will kick in: "No. No, that wouldn't have been possible." Maxine and everybody cry along with him; Sookie looks about ready to do him right there in church. "This is not a subject I'm very comfortable speaking about. But thank you for the photograph, Mayor. Brings back many memories for me." He smiles; Sookie nearly weeps for him. He palms the handkerchief, hiding the tears. They are made of blood.