Tom has started visiting the surface to look at the stars. Hélène says it is too late, that this new sentimental phase he is going through won’t restore his hope. He giggles. Hélène is the one who spends her nights here even when she doesn’t have to. What about the stars? Tell me about the stars, I beg Tom. He shakes his head. I know he is sick of words. But I am hungry for the stars.

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