That tentative hope spreads to Sonia's face, her expression softening slightly. The usual details that people want of the future -- when you die, who you marry, what happens to everyone in the end -- they don't appeal to Sonia at all. She doesn't think she could bear living with knowledge of those things. But to know that there will be a place for her one day, that Byerly was right in his own way, that's all the comfort she needs.

"I can hardly wait," she sighs, and then smiles slyly at Miles. "Do they throw good parties, in your time?"