Rosie nods, swaying along with Neil and trying her best to place her trust once again into the friend she trusts so implicitly. The music is fast and rough, something in it reminiscent of the sort of things she'd heard in Anterwold--though thankfully with a more predictable shift in tempo and rhythm, when they come. This time, too, she manages not to tread on anyone's feet.

It's easier and easier, as each song bleeds into the next, just to move along with it and allow herself to feel rather than to think. With her eyes closed and a bright, joyous smile on her face, Rosie dances.