This strikes me as odd and, in certain moods, as very magical, linking the evening to those fugue states that over the centuries have been blamed on fairies or witches or aliens, and from which no one returns unchanged. But those lost, liminal pockets of time are usually solitary; there is something about the idea of a shared one that makes me think of twins, reaching out slow blind hands in a gravity-free and wordless space.
Even though this friendship-building with Cassie is a positive experience for Rob, it carries a lot of imagery of his more negative experiences... 1. "Fugue states" 2. fairies/witches/aliens 3. "no one returns unchanged" 4. "lost/liminal pockets of time" USUALLY solitary 5. TWINS!!! (Katy + Jessica; also Traumatized Adam becoming Rob)
