Linking her fingers with his, she led Delta further into the trees, into the dark, quiet green, a canopy of leaves stretching overhead. "It's old," she said, even though she knew it wasn't really. It was all in her head, something she'd made, but she'd felt it was old at the time and so she'd created it that way.

There was a path, a hiking trail, and she walked along slowly until she could hear the sound of running water, then she broke off from the path and walked straight through the trees.