“It’s . . . extraordinary to meet you, Wanderer. And here I thought I was one of a kind.” “Not even close,” I said, thinking of Sunny back in the caves. Perhaps we were none of us as rare as we thought. He raised an eyebrow at my answer, intrigued. “Is that so?” he said. “Well, maybe there’s some hope for this planet, after all.” “It’s a strange world,” I murmured, more to myself than to the other native soul. “The strangest,” he agreed.
