[Out they go! He bobs along next to her, down the path to the road, with his hand in hers. What an incredibly pure person . . . well, he can't know for sure how deep that goes or doesn't yet. After all, people sometimes think the same thing about him. But everything so far is pointing in that direction, at least; it takes a certain kind of person to roll with Ainea.

Sort of. Come to think of it—]

I'll wrack my brains! Come to think of it, I have a question for you too. My roommate's with Ainea too . . . have you run into him yet? You'll know him when you see him. You'll look at him and go, "I bet that's the guy!" Not a lot of people here look like us.