"Huan is well-behaved and hasn't destroyed any furniture since he was only about a hundred pounds," she promises, solemnly, but she takes his point.

Besides which, he may only have a little in the way of ulterior motives, but she's been thinking off and on about what he said to her in the foyer of that first house. It's hard to get out of her mind, actually. She gives Mitchell a tiny nudge and abandons the picnic table, fetching her coat on the way. The beach is conveniently just in front of the train station, where the ride is, blessedly, not terribly long.

There is an elevator up to the fifth floor.

And Hasibe exists, so: "I always have to restrain myself from pushing the stop button."