Narration(Xander): I wait until I can’t sense the crowd’s press so keenly…
Narration(Xander): Until I lose sight of the ocean.
Narration(Xander): There is one light
Narration(Xander): a comrade in arms that I would never have seen. One furious streak of confidence
Narration(Xander): except for that one, fragile chance.
Narration(Xander): the girl I could make a telepath. I’ve been so myopically stupid.
Narration(Xander): How could I have missed her for even a second?
Narration(Xander): And I’d missed her for nearly thirty years.