"Three kids?" Webster echoes, taking off his jacket and draping it over his forearm, letting the sea air hit his skin. He breathes it in, feeling nostalgic for home, but it's not the kind of missing that he'd felt when he'd first left. The sea is still one of his great loves, but it's here and it isn't pulling him away.

He'd rather look to Liebgott for answers, for explanations, and for solace. "Luz is here, too? Does he have kids?"