Patrick leaned back on Churo's mother's couch and closed his eyes. The room throbbed with his heartbeat and he was sure the house was floating. If he looked out the window he bet he'd see fluffy night clouds and glittering stars.

The girl climbed on his lap and he opened his eyes to focus on her face and the wild tumble of her golden-brown hair.

"Chirp," he murmured.

"No, not anymore. That's a kid's name. Call me Jenny."

"Jenny." The red heart tattoo ...