"Simon told me. He doesn't know he told me, but he did," she said in a small voice. "Travels through the walls, through the brains." River looked down at the hand on her shoulder, her brow furrowing. She wasn't sure if she was troubled or not. Sometimes she wondered if she wasn't a ghost.
"Pieces of a girl that feel apart. Scattered on the winds," she mumbled, not stepping back yet. She looked back at Morgan. "I... I need your help. To build a bridge. Stubborn. Won't give. Neither one. Won't send a ferry, so there needs to be bridge."