The great, sunny California. [His tone is laced with just a touch of bitter.] But I was actually in the process of moving to Boston before... well, you know.

[Thinking about it again, and the giant black hole left behind in his memory, is unsettling... to say the least. Malcolm can't remember if he'd gotten on a train the way he really wanted, to watch the whole country zip past beyond his fingertips and truly visualize all the wonderful miles that would separate him from his deranged family. Or if he'd given up on that idea and boarded a plane to blow away on the wind as quickly as possible. Maybe he hadn't even left yet in the first place.]

I've always wanted to visit London. [He adds, partially in a vain effort to push his own troubled thoughts aside.] A lot of places in Europe, to be honest. Came close a couple of times, but it didn't pan out.