He asked about the truck. But he asked about Syl first. It's soundin' more like Tez, more like that same tune played on a different instrument like the music of the stars in a strange key under a different sky.

Like Tez and not like Tez.

"Syl's okay now. Better. She - she got shot too, but she's better now. And - and Zann ain't done much with the truck, but it's still okay." It hurt too much for Zann to look at the truck, 'cause there was just so much that needed to be fixed, and now she just don't go out there much. "She takes good care of all of her machines." I smile a little when I think 'bout that.

"And - yeah, I'm real." I wipe my hand off on my jeans, 'cause it's still wet from where I was cryin', and I reach out towards….him.