My mother drives me back to the airport, asking me how my stay was. I find it weird that my mother is asking me what I did while visiting home. I tell her, "The usual," and that's all she needs to hear to make her semi-happy. I never did meet Jerry, or whatever his name was, and I don't bother asking about him.
When we get to the airport terminal, my mother kisses me on the cheek and hugs me, trying to keep the image that we're still part of a family, and I walk to my flight feeling nothing more or less than I did when I came. There was something I was expecting to get out of this visit, but the reason eludes me, and that empty dissatisfaction remains. However, I don't miss Camden, but staying in L.A. won't get me anything, either. And in the end, the only thing that sticks out about this visit, and the only thing I bother to remember, is the thought that came into my mind that night at Julian's house; the thought that that may have been the last time I will ever see him alive. Then I realize I may never see him dead either, and I recall that billboard on the highway I saw the last time I was here: