[Once more, the siren found her pace increase, hurtling in the direction she could only hope was her room. The man was odd, possessed a downright uncomfortable resemblance to someone she'd rather have forgotten, and every time he opened his mouth it seemed to get worse.]

[Absentmindedly, Angel found herself responding to the man, posture as stiff as even. Perhaps she might have ignored him out right and hurtled on silently, but at least the topic was an interesting one.]

What is magic, if not an unexplored science? And if not that, then it is simply a lie, or perhaps even a trick. I have seen little to convince me otherwise. Lovely as it all sounds, it's nothing more than a fantasy meant to entertain children.

[And lonely sirens, perhaps, but he didn't need to know that.]