She knew the sun shone only for her. That all the beautiful naked writhing bodies around her, pelvises thrusting mindlessly, were enshrined in darkness. And yet, whatever little hope she had left in her unending quest had brought her to this newly formed island. She swiveled impatiently, waiting for the horizon to deepen, for the textures in the far grayness to come alive. And then as she turned she saw him, at first a white amorphous blob and then resolving slowly, piece by piece, into skin and clothes and hair. Something about him drew her eyes to his face, to his glance upon her, and she knew instantly. The sun shone for him too. She had found another sentient.