"We have those, too," Sarah replies. "The Strangers were kind enough to provide us with fuel for all our vices."

"It was wonderful," she sighs, her expression unfocusing for a moment. "Just... lifting my arms -- well, my wings, I mean -- and pushing into the air, feeling the wind rushing past me..." Perhaps the Shadow might understand, a little bit, since he is nostalgic for open cockpit flying.

She looks at her watch. "Oh, shoot. I have to go back home and feed the kitten. Did you have any other questions about your diagnosis?"