"No way," she says, shaking her head as best she can while lying down. "I won't wonder that." She's not just putting up with him, she's here because she really, really wants to be, because she can't imagine another place in this city right now where she'd rather be. His bed is warm and it smells like him and he's lying here beside her and even though he's injured and the whole nightmare thing keeps worrying at the back of her mind, he's here. And he's with her. She doesn't have that anywhere else. Even the thought of looking ahead a year or two doesn't scare her now. If she's honest with herself, when she looks at her future in Darrow there's not a whole lot that seems certain, but she does know she wants him to be there.

"That's different, though," she says. "Owen's a totally different person, right? I had three friends, Olive, Ginny and Wichita, all very different people, man, but their faces... shit. They all looked so much alive, but they're nothing like each other. There is no original, you know? They're all the original where they come from, no one's been made from the others. There's this movie with a girl who looks exactly like me, she's a singer in some super famous band and this guy on the island thought I was her at first."