The Heartwood i'm having a breakdown, drinking at a playground; tequila for one

Electra's name seems to suit her somehow, but he doesn't linger on that thought. There's far too much other information calling for his attention right now. Yeah, he, He confirms, grasping onto the easiest thing to keep the flow of conversation going between his racing thoughts. I'm... checking out the nearby packs. Looking for a place to settle, away from them. I'm traveling with a group — with my friend Phillip, and my mother — my other mother, Rosalie. It feels good to keep talking, to keep his thoughts away from the family members whose names Electra has never even heard. Without thinking, he continues, You could come with us, if you want. It'd be safer than being alone.