I'm your phantom dance partner. I'm your shadow. I'm not anything more.

Like boarding a train running parallel. That's what disappearing is.

...no matter how advanced the system, no matter how precise, unless we have the will to communicate, there's no connection. And even supposing the will is there, there are times like now when we don't know the other party's number. Or even if we know the number, we misdial.

We're on the same wavelength. We're connected that way, even if I'm away from her.

People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.

...somewhere, on some subterranean level, her darkness and his may have connected.