"Just guys walking through the forest -" He gets caught, his glance away to try and talk about something else turning into real distraction. "Like that," he says, pointing. As if he can't control his own steps, Dean walks over to the hanging photo, a still of a frame he realizes mirrors a frame from the film exactly.

"I'm fine," he says again, coming to a stop in front of the still. And, if he were counting, he's a two out of five. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. It's not good. But, he's not saying that.