Sunlight was streaming into the room, through the wide-open window. Fyo was vaguely aware of Brody, who had come over the day before, tiptoeing about his room.

“You’re awake.” She looked up from the pile of books on his writing desk, which she seemed to have been inspecting.

Fyo sat up. “Um, Queenie?”

“Yees?”

“What are you doing?”

“Waking you up,” she giggled, setting down a dictionary and holding up a manga. “Have you read this?” She asked. She turned it upside-down, eyeing it. “I don’t think it makes any sense.”

Fyo chuckled.

“It’s read from right to left, Queenie.”