Then, Evan, had the strangest feeling come over him, starting from his toes and working its way up. He felt like he was floating; his thoughts were floating, too. Things looked pinker. He wanted to be worried, but what was the point? The calm enveloped him. "You said I was important. Why am I important?" His words bubbled out of his mouth, he caught one, and it popped, wetly, against his hand. 