He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to ask her what it was he had seen. Every now and again he would catch a glimpse of her, taking his eyes off of the road for a second. Her head was turned away from him, her eyes drinking in the countryside outside. She seemed relaxed as she sat there, gazing out of the window but he wondered if it was just a front. He knew of her ability to mask her emotions and her latest argument with Kit had been an intense one. It was the first one he'd witnessed firsthand and he'd found Kit's change from laughable clown to intense font of anger staggering when it was directed at the woman he professed to love.

It didn't seem to hang together.

In their companionable silence they could hear the navigation system giving them directions but only one of them understood it. As good as Boris' general speaking and understanding of English was it seemed there were some things he still needed in his native language. She smiled at the sound of Boris hitting it with frustration as it seemed to glitch and tell them to make a u-turn before resetting itself.

"Rabotat', vy glupy khitroye!" Boris growled as the navigation system went wrong again.

Robyn couldn't help but laugh lightly as she looked round, "Maybe you should get Pixel to look at it when we get home."

"If we ever get home. I think I'm going to abandon this stupid thing and do it the old fashioned way. If I need to I can get the base to give us coordinates." Boris reassured her before broaching the subject he'd been trying to hide from, "What was that earlier? In your house. What were those things?"

"They were why there's certain things I can't say about my abilities. As for how I could be in the kitchen at home and in the airship at the same time, I can leave my body. I've done it a few times, I can go anywhere within a certain range. I went to Morgan because he called to me, I heard him in my sleep."

"How did you find him?"

"It's hard to explain. I'm not sure even I understand it. I heard his call and I followed his voice."

Boris nodded, "Perhaps the fact that you're twins has a bearing. You hear many things when it comes to twins."

"You do."

Silence fell again, peppered with the navigation system giving them false directions at various intervals. Studying her surroundings Robyn noticed something shiny in the compartment beneath the radio. She didn't need to touch it to know what it was, to know where it had come from.

It was the CD Morgan had included in his Christmas present to her.

Boris noticed her looking at it and carefully lowered his hand from the steering wheel to lift it up. He slid it into the CD player before turning on the radio. She needed to hear it, she needed to know. As the song played, the lyrics filling the car, he could see she was petrified.

I hear you breathe so far from me
I feel your touch so close and real
And I know
My church is not of silver and gold,
It's glory lies beyond judgement of souls
The commandments are of consolation and warmth

You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you

I hear you weep so far from me
I taste your tears like you're next to me
And I know
My weak prayers are not enough to heal
Oh the ancient wounds so deep and so dear
The revelation is of hatred and fear

You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you

The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you

You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you

You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true

The sacrament is you