"No, the papers," Cloud mumbles, without really knowing why he's saying it out loud.

--the most incredible man I've ever seen! Like no-one else on the Planet - strange and fascinating. I'm strange and boring, and I want people to look at me like how I'm looking at him. I cut out all of the articles about him and the photographs and keep them under my bed, even though I can't work up the nerve to look at them again with Mom around, or she'll think I'm weird.

"Have you ever seen a ghost?" he asks. There's a slowness that suggests this is an important question.