Yeah! Yeah, we're—it's me and Ib and our family, 'cause her parents adopted me so I get to live with her. I got to see the ocean, and snow, and we have a lot of friends at school, and I'm getting pretty good at baking, and... [The words come out a little desperately; she does not know what to say, what's important, what she has time for. It can't last, can it? Not something this good?

She pulls away a little with a big sniff. It does not do enough to stop the boogers. It's gross. She doesn't know what to ask in return, when her big sister—and Ib was her first friend but not her first sister—is dead, but she is here, but they were never supposed to see each other again.]

Ene, how?