J.M. Sullivan

Lewis exasperated her, always talking about life before the Plague and how it would be if everything was different. He was a dreamer. __t would be nice, but it__ not gonna happen, Lewis. You shouldn__ spout off talk like that, giving false hope to people. It__ be better if they focused on surviving. It__ more important than some silly dream._ __ut Alice, dreams are how people get by in a place like this,_ Lewis countered. His freckles faded with his smile. __e gotta find somethin_ to hold onto, else we__l all go mad.

Like Dinah says, __e can only play the cards we__e been dealt. It doesn__ do any good to wish about things you can__ change.