With the slide of her fingers came an image, a twisting column of multiple threads of light - and each thread was a path. And Ms. Oswald was in each of them, not belonging, but never separate either.
When she drew away, the image faded, and he stared back at her. What an impossible creature she was -- such an impossible girl. And, for the first time, he felt far less alone in this universe than he ever had before.