He had her hand, which was comforting seeing as the night air was a little chilly and his hands were warmer than hers. She squeezed his fingers and hoped that she was comforting too, rather than awkward like she felt. "It's our job, though. To be here with you. We were the first time, and we're supposed to be this time too. Never was anything we four couldn't do if we was together."

Her mum explained it better than she did. Something about spirits that have intertwining paths or somesuch. That's what she used to call Them.