"That sure was a collection of words that were all in one sentence."

Of all the things Neal wants to question today, though, that is one he'll let slide.

He studies the blank page for a moment, taking a deep, quiet breath. Envisions the girl's face, what she must have looked like with life behind her eyes. Then he starts to draw. It's impossible to stay tense once he puts pencil to paper. There's something meditative about creation, there always has been to him. Blue eyes soften. Muscles loosen. The manic energy of the day so far starts to fade as Rey's face takes shape on the page.