Allen Walker looked in the mirror. Was this real? Any of it? Was he finally "Allen" again?
He padded back to the bedroom in the soft socks the girl had put on him. The girl!
He looked down at her sweet sleeping face. Surely she was real.
Allen looked around. There was no way he could imagine a place in America, where he had never been. And the Ark couldn't have brought him here either.
Not knowing why, he brushed a brown curl from the girl's face. She was so beautiful. What had Neah said to her, to make her smile like that?
Wait. Was she and Neah…lovers?!
Allen made a face. Surely not. He didn't know the girl, but he knew that she wouldn't fall for Neah's bullshit.
The girl gradually opened her eyes. "Ohaiyo."
Ugh. That damn shithead.