Unaware that the exam had finished, or that he'd been taking it, Billy obliviously maneuvered them down the freeway, listening with a frown of concentration. Billy read too, though very few of the works were scientific in nature. South Portal's lyrics could be light and vague, but if the spirit took him Billy didn't hold back on poetry, be it social or literary. You had to have some kind of background for that kind of writing.
"How did they manage to find the part of me that's me in a non-sensory environment?" he asked, cautiously. This was bordering on territory he had briefly explored with Merc and Simon--about the reoccurring dreams where Aura talked about death more than anyone Billy had ever known, and yet he never died in any of them. Aura could accept that it just was, but it freaked Billy out, and he wasn't ashamed to admit it.