It makes a difference that she feels the sun on her skin. She inhales unfiltered air. It is important that she lives in a similar world that Shelly does and I don't. I never will. I take another look. Her hand is still on his shoulder she's as yet giggling. He's grimacing up at my window, however I'm certain he can't see me. He waves at any rate, yet I duck down once more, claiming to the two of us that I'm not there.