As was her way, she gave the impression that she was only half-listening. After testing the railing around the deck of the ship, she hopped up onto it, with all of the skill and balance of a cat. Carefully, she put one foot in front of the other, walking the length of it like a tightrope walker, arms out to either side, letting the wind brush against the flaps of Papa's duster.

"You don't want to know what happened to Diana," she murmured.

"Oh, tell her. What a fun game that will be."

"Shut up," she said aloud to the voice, before turning back to Selene. "At least it's a happy ending. She's married now. A white knight came riding in on a noble steed. Well, it was a Lamborghini, really, but beggars can't be choosers."

She walked as far along the railing as she dared to go, almost to the figurehead of the boat. There she stopped, looking up at the sun-filled sky once again. "Has it always been this bright? The sun?"