“The same place as everything else we have, I suppose. The naming does still seem strange, doesn’t it?” Sybil thinks that every time she sees a label that’s familiar to her, or hears a song that she knows. “The history books I find in the library are the oddest. How can they have books on a place they don’t believe exists?”

“We must,” she agrees, leaning toward him with a smile. It’s a lesson she’s had a reminder of recently with Thomas. A hard lesson, perhaps, but a valuable one. “If only it were always as easy as remembering to call one by their first name, or accepting strange interpretations of the classics?”