I want all of that, too. And more than that: I still miss the bustle of New York. I miss hearing all the sounds at night, I miss all those tall buildings that tourists look up at all the time. I miss fighting to get into the subway.

[He lets his voice turn a bit quieter, more musing, as he gently plays with the base of Billy's hair.]

I want to fly through the city and see all the lights on at night again. I want to fly outside of it and see the lights in the sky, our stars. I miss hearing planes fly in, cars trying to get from one place to another... I miss playing chess with the guys at the park. There's... a lot of things I want back.

[...]

I miss the internet. Like a lot.