Radar closes his eyes, listening to the music. There's a little piece of him that wants to protest, I am home, and stay in this corner of unreality as long as he can, far away from the dangers of the island and his constant longing for Ottumwa. As terrifying as madness can be, it has its allures. Maybe now he understands a little better why soldiers lose themselves in ways only Dr. Freeman can fix -- if at all.

But he's not gonna do anybody any good if he stays here forever. So, his smile turning wistful, he nods and opens his eyes.

"Yeah, I think I'm good," he says. "Let's go."