"It goes on," he says, as American as ever. "He used to sing it to her, oh, ALL the time, when I was real young. He stopped... after a while, all the music stopped." He sighs. "I miss it. Missed... it." But he meant the first one. He does miss it. He misses a family, a mother and father, his grandparents and cousins. Even if he saw them rarely, even though his parents hated each other and were none too fond of him... Home's home. He'd never go back, but it was something about it that'll always be part of him, because it was his, was what raised him.