[Their eyes are almost the same color. Kate can remember being tiny, being jealous of Tennille's big blue eyes. She can remember her dad swooping her up and singing to her, Brown Eyed Girl, until she forgot to feel bad.

She blinks, pushes the thought away. The girl is only three or four years younger than her, but she looks so little, so lost, so vulnerable. She wonders, wildly, if that's what Martin had seen, when he first met her.

Kate breathes out, smiles gently, reaches up and pulls her own earpiece out.] It's this. See? It's like...a phone inside of your ear. It scared me too.

[She holds it out, palm flat.] But it can't get inside your head. It can't see what you don't want it to.