“Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.”

“He touched the rough crucifix that lay against his chest and whispered to the moving air, "Lord, that she might be safe, she and my children." Then turned his cheek to her reaching hand and touched her throught the veils of time.”

“I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.”

“How strange and rare it was to see the top of a girl's ear. I reached out to touch her, but my hand flew back from a spark of static electricity.”

“You,” he whispered, bringing his hand to hover by my cheek.“Are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”And then he touched me.”

“I probably shouldn't trust you. But for some reason, I do. She climbed out of the car, and instantly his entire body wakened to her proximity.You're right, he whispered, lifting a hand to touch her cheek. You shouldn't trust me at all.”