Jazz tightened her grip on the girl's hands. "I don't think so. I'm glad Harry's alive, but I don't really want to see him, Hattie. Neither him nor Terence. I've changed —"
"I'll say you have," Hattie said, nodding toward the gathering.
Jazz laughed softly, a bit self-conscious.
"But I can still come to see you?" Hattie asked. "We can still be friends?"
Jazz smiled. "You can always come to see me. I can show you all my favorite parts of London. If you'd like that."
"I'd like it very much," Hattie said.
Together they walked back toward the wall, past the people who had come to the oracle to find the things they had lost or simply to find answers in a city full of questions.
In that, Jazz thought, they were really no different from anyone else.
