"I have to. My eyesight has never been great. It improves as the full moon approaches, but then it gets worse again after its passed," he explains after taking a bite of his own sandwich. "My sense of smell and hearing are generally enhanced and my eyes have always been bad. They got better after I was bitten, my prescription changed, but it isn't until the days leading up to the full moon that I have perfect vision."

He pauses, then says, "And there's that, too. The moon controls me. I can't be around anyone else on the night the moon is full." He has to be alone, he has to be safe. Molly has offered to help him, but he can't take her up on it. It's not worth the risk as far as he's concerned.