"It's Darrow. Some kind of weird city in an alternate dimension for crazy people," he said. She'd started to shiver and he rolled his eyes impatiently, holding his hand out for her ice cream cone and saying, "Give me that."

Normally, he wouldn't just go up to strangers and talk to them, but something about her brightly colored romper and red splotchy knees made her seem vulnerable enough that it felt safe and less likely to end in his epic embarrassment. Plus, that scream... She'd sounded terrified, which sucked.

He knew exactly how that felt.