She views him as if through thick, dark smoke, the back of his head peeking from an open locker, his long fingers gripping Watership Down as if it is the only thing keeping him afloat. His shadow tastes like saltwater and blood, trailing fine sand in its wake, and she follows him like a trailblazer, but she knows she has walked this path before.

Dr. Linus calls him Karl in attendance, firmly places his seat on the opposite side of the room from hers, and when she is near enough to brush by his sunburned skin it is enough to make her want to sail away with him.