[She says she was a rabbit once like someone might admit their shoe size. Claire blinks as she rewinds her memory, stopping at the right part, and recalling that yes. She did indeed say she was a real rabbit once. And then carried on so easily.

Maybe that will be her some day, too.]

I think I'll only be unimpressed if we end up in a city anything like Boston or London. This place feels familiar, in some regards, but mostly entirely different and new. It's beautiful.