[Jedao texts her a picture of a chair. He's stolen it from a common room, but it isn't one of the comfy ones. It's sitting incongruously on a stairwell landing. He means: whenever you want to be miserable with someone else, I'll be with you. But after fixing his rigged memory, he doesn't have the energy or eloquence for more.]

[She gets another picture: of all ridiculous things, the same chair, this time balanced precariously on a tree branch. The tree itself rises impossibly high, a spire like an island in a forest-sea, the green of the canopy dark and opaque as the ocean, with the abyssal regions below the sunlight-stealing surface. Something massive moves off to one side, rustling everything in its wake, sending up dark clouds of flying creatures like a whale blowing spray from its blowhole, a flash of vine and moss-covered antler occasionally breaking into view like a fluke draped in seaweed. Across the forest, the billowing storm-clouds seen from the barge's deck are much closer, caught in the middle of a lightning-flash - but beyond them, nothing.

How did Jedao already get all the way out there, and up there, with a goddamn chair? Why did he drag the chair with him? Just for this joke? To show off? Something more obscure? It's hard to tell. But this is where he is. And it's somewhere new. And Jedao is used to playing prey, more used to it right now than he's been in a long time, even if he'll come to regret it. He usually does.

Catch him if you can.]