“He fell into step beside me and we both got into the Blue Beetle — he got in the red door. I got in the white one, and we peered out over the grey hood[...]”
“We've both got into the blue beetle. He got into the red door, I got into the white one.”
“That’s a good hustle,” I told him. “We both got a little hustle, don’t we?” He pulled on his jacket. “But I like to think we got more heart.”
“We both got our Point Zero wishes―each other. He said he wished for me every time.”
“He turned and walked across the floor and out. I watched the door close. I listened to his steps going away down the imitation marble corridor. After a while they got faint, then they got silent. I kept on listening anyway.”
“We fell. We got up. We ran.”