It's the television that wakes Marchande up. Old set, new news. There's something about a bridge- she's still blinking, shaking her head, as they talk about it. Then a pitcher, a sudden reversal. How many like them are there? Did he walk down the wrong street, talk to the wrong person? Of course, she thinks, not every change in a person's life is because of them, but...

White-gold hair, perfect posture, clear diction. The name, what's the name? Kalina? She has no armor, no wings, no vulnerability, but that is undeniably... no, no, the changelings look like the coatrack. She turns to Kalina, ignoring the rest of the news, and asks, "Your sister?"