Codi thought about what Sam had said. A drifter..? That was what he was before Sam saved him from the streets. Yet... He couldn't remember much about his life before Sam. All he seemed to remember were those men that would force him to do things and then hit him after he couldn't be normal. He sighed and readied himself for Sam to pick up, moving his legs so that he sat on the edge of the bed. He could bend them at the knees, but still couldn't wiggle his toes. He often massaged them so that they wouldn't become useless.

He wondered why Sam hadn't taken him and used him in his puppet show. The man was always going on about how beautiful and perfect he was...