She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.

As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning.

Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.

Ed?" Ritchie says later. We're still standing in the water. "There's only one thing I want." "What's that, Ritchie?" His answer is simple. "To want.

I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun.

There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.

Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.