"No, no no no." He's well past terrified--that fear is like a flicker, dead and buried because right now he's filled with sheer excitement, unable to contain himself. There's someone here--something here, proof that he's not alone. Has he always been here? Is he as old as Felix? Why is this strange wave rolling over him, less like rain after a thunderstorm, but more like when he dances way too close to an amplifier.

It's the guy. It's Kadin, and Felix reaches out to gently touch the other's chin, lifting his face upwards with his index finger, lips parted before he finally finds it in himself to talk.

"I'm not freaked out at all, I'm--fascinated, really. Absolutely. This is, ehm--this is new."

He's not sure what he was expecting.