“You don't need a geochache for this one.""You don't, huh?""Nope.. here I am. Here I am.”

“You don't want me here, I don't wanna be here, so why am I here?”

“I was sent here for you, Taryn. You needed a hero and I am here to be him. (Sparhawk)”

“Here I am, saving your lives, bitten and scarred and wounded for you, and you don't even know it.”

“But the truly brilliant geocachers?""Yeah?" he says. "What about us?""They know it by its real name. Terra Firma.""Terra Firma," he repeats. At last, he slips his backpack off his shoulder. I know what he's looking for.I take a breath. "You don't need your GPS for this cache."His eyes don't move off mine; he's watching me so carefully. "You don't, huh?""Nope," I say.Some things are meant to be kept - what you learn from experiences good or bad, smiles from an orphaned girl, a boy who is your compass pointing to your True North. So I look at Jacob full in the face with nothing obscuring him. Or me. And then I step closer to him. And closer. And closer yet."Here I am," I tell him. "Here I am.”

“You are reading a bold and universal headline which says ,’I am here, I am here, I am here.”