Knowing where I came from didn't change who I was.

I can’t see through clothes or anything. Just glamour skin. Except I can see through all of you, since your clothes aren’t real.” I stopped, horrified. “I mean, I don’t look—It’s hard to see you, and I like looking at your real face, but I don’t try to see anything, because—Oh gosh, this sounds terrible.” He had a funny look on his face, like he wasn’t sure what to think. “Huh. That’s never been an issue before. Maybe next time you could bring me some shorts.

Streams of melting snow.

You'll be fine, just some minor burns and hypothermia, which was kind of hard to explain.

Jack shook his head. "Not one of my many talents, sadly. But if you have a cherry stem I can show you a really cool one.

Jack! "Where have you been,you miserable little creep?" He raised his eyebrows,a look of mock hurt on his face."This is the thanks I get?" "Give me that bat and I'll show you how grateful I am, coward!

I am the ocean we lived on for two months. I am empty. I am nothing.