"I found it whether I was looking for it or not," Caleb says wryly, picking up the small bowl of remaining tomato soup and drinking it. He works on finishing the chocolate milkshake next, feeling better than he has in awhile. He's been living off gas station junk for a couple days now.

"My dad flipped out about something, and I knew I couldn't stay there anymore, so..." He shrugs, saying everything matter-of-factly, like it happened to someone else. "Here I am. Well, actually, it's been a couple months. But, yeah."