More Than This

by Patrick Ness

It was solitude, but it was solitude that wasn’t lonely. Solitude that could sort things out.

“I told you –” She holds up a hand to stop him, frowning again. “I don’t like this.” “Don’t like what?” “Not knowing stuff.” “How is that different from before?” She gives him a look. “We just found out there’s new stuff not to know.”