“You know, you can’t smudge it.” She is standing in the doorway, hair backlit with green light from the hall; to him, in the dimness, it makes her look like anime`. “The others are gone.”

“Yeah. I know.”

And now she is coming towards him, touching a hand to his shoulder. He remembers kissing her here (well, there, against the spinward wall), but this time they just look down at the sun, and the earth, and the sun, and the earth.

“Funny,” she says.

And then she is gone.

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