...and they were back to square one. Celty wasn't sure whether she wanted to laugh or cry, but all at once Tony dispatched of that mild dilemma by continuing to allude to the very thing she had not understood. Yet somehow it made it a little more clear, just a little. Are there other headless riders? Something in Tony's world? What's this about bald?

His next question put them back on track, something she could actually answer, although it depressed her to admit it. She lifted her hands, flashing all ten digits in and out, twice. Twenty... She hesitated. Therein lay the rub- how to make it clear what sort of timeframe she was talking about. After an anxious few seconds of trying to work that out, she traced a 'y' on the bedsheets.