“Okay, so when did Original Luna fall in love with him?” “Original Luna?” Tom asks. “It’s the Luna you knew for the last three years. She’s gone. You have me now.” They look semi-freaked—Tom, more so—but if anyone will roll with the oddities of my mind, it’s them. “Who are we speaking to now?” Eliot questions, flipping a lighter open and closed. “Variant Luna, I guess.” “I love it,” Eliot decrees, making me grin.
