Tid for søndagssmakebit igjen. Som vanleg er Ladybug vertinne for selskapet.
I wasn’t holding her, except that I was. Our hands reached out and did not touch, but the connection between us was tangible. It glowed violet. It was the only thing with colour. It wasn’t visible normally, but if it had been for the last year it would have been trailing around me like a broken bridge. (s.89)