There's a lot of people who want to see him, who want to talk to him. So many people that try and corner him out and Billy doesn't bother trying to stop them. Talks again, whenever people ask. Confesses to being an artist, that he doesn't play basketball anymore, that he still doesn't remember much of that fourth of july ten years ago.

It's jarring. Upsetting to relive it all so many times once more. In the end it's only an hour before Billy is trying to sneak out to get space to breathe away from the mess of people who keep bothering him.