The next few days passed by relatively uneventfully. Around Finn, Poe did his best to keep up a good face, but it was obvious that he was retreating into himself, and that his moods were getting darker. He was holding it together, though. Until he had to go for his next evaluation.

When the car dropped him back off at Finn's house, he was furious. He didn't even go inside, just stalked right into the back yard, grabbing a hatchet. Fire wood. He was going to make some god damned fire wood.