[ Elusive. She likes that. ]

It's not so much that Maggie wants to slip through the cracks. She and I have different Heart-Paths. That, and being a part of the Midnight Riders was a dream of hers for a long time.

[ Looking down at her beer now, and then sparing a glance in the general direction of her son. ] That one just misses her. They were inseparable, once.