i nod , managing a `` fine , just ... '' `` just suffering your quarter-life crisis ? '' `` son , how is savanna with all of this ? '' he found it hard to focus on the shapes as the darkness swirled and moved around them . i was the unlucky one or two percent in the failure statistics . ' this time he was the one asking for everything ... and she was the one leaving him without it . she saved my life but stole my brother . well , actually , the crab shack was growing on me . 