That night, with his back against a leaning coconut palm, Wind heard her.

Not really. The sea doesn't carry voices that far. But in the quiet, he imagined Sophie so clearly it was almost the same.

You found how to not-be-eaten. That's not the same as getting home. Circles keep you alive. Circles don't take you anywhere. So — what points a circle straight?

Wind didn't have the answer. Not yet. But the question sat down beside him in the dark.