Vindle was in the backseat of the car, which was being driven by the one and only adult who was kind to him back in the town.
"Ye know, it ain't that hard to follow them rules. I believe ye meant well, but maybe someday ya'll be able to come back to the town." the man said, as he parked.
"I don't wanna go back to that place again. Sorry, this is where I get off the crazy train." Vindle said, getting out of the car.
"Ah, what a pity. If I'm allowed to, I'll come see ya sometimes." the man said.
"I hope so, but I doubt it. Thanks for being there for me all these years." Vindle said.
The man nodded; "You take care'a yerself now." he said, driving away.

Vindle waved as the car rode into the distance. The only friend he had made; a 70 year old man. Turning around to face the camp, he had a big smile on his face.
"Yeah... off of this crazy train at last." he said, walking up the path.