“It is such a splendid sunny day and I have to go.”

“I want to know, have you ever seen rain comin down on a sunny day?”

“It’s not fair!” Sunny wailed. “Why do you get to stay? Why can’t I stay, if you can?” I had to swallow hard. “That wouldn’t be fair, would it? But I don’t get to stay, Sunny. I have to go, too. And soon. Maybe we’ll leave together.” Perhaps she’d be happier if she thought I was going to the Dolphins with her. By the time she knew otherwise, Sunny would have a different host with different emotions and no tie to this human beside me. Maybe. Anyway, it would be too late. “I have to go, Sunny, just like you. I have to give my body back, too.” And then, flat and hard from right behind us, Ian’s voice broke through the quiet like the crack of a whip. ”What?”

“What a bright sunny day, and I don't know what to say...”

“It is a nice sunny day; his bunions have stopped hurting. There is always something to celebrate, in Gerrit’s view.”

“A cloudy day is no match for a sunny disposition.”