There's always a school to take troubled kids. That's the plan for this one, you know... when we don't need it anymore, I want it to be a real school again, the kind that would enroll the kids who everyone else has given up on.

[He leans a cheek against the drywall, as if listening for a pulse, before turning and positioning a nail against the smooth white surface.]

Texas is an interesting choice. Probably not the first one I'd make if I was leaving, especially if I knew I'd be alone.