Her laughter ripples out again as he draws her along, and Susan keeps pace with a will as they climb the grassy slope, dotted with flowers. When they reach the crest, she pauses, trying to see everything that she can. Light sparkles on the rolling waves of the ocean, and the land below them falls down in a long, gentle curve toward the distant shore.

"It reminds me of the Drop," she murmurs, looking and looking with every little bit of her. "In a way, that is."