"That," Wallie points out, "is how the summer movies start."

He pauses for a moment, because his hair is coming down and he has to pause to clip it back into his ponytail. By this point in his new body, it's almost second nature.

"I... understand, though. I was never unhappy in Edmonton, but I was... unattached. The World is far from perfect, but I found some roots I'd never had before." He shrugs. "There are easier places to be happy, but who am I to judge?"