Time Jumps. It Leaps. It

I Start To Back Away Before I Do Something Wildly Inappropriate, Like Jump On Top Of Him.

My Parents Were Pretty Liberal, But They Were Still Parents. I Definitely Had My Teenage Rebellion.

Everywhere He Touches Is Fire. My Whole Body Is Burning Up, The Two Of Us Becoming Twin Points Of The Same Bright White Flame.

The Mark Of The Procedure. A Real One. Lu Is Cured.

Chance. Stupid, Dumb, Blind Chance. Just A Part Of The Strange Mechanism Of The World, With Its Fits And Coughs And Starts And Random Collisions.