|It's cold. That boy I always see is standing out on the deck without his shirt. I mean, he is covered. Maybe I don't understand these people. He's covered in markings. One looks like a huge snake and it covers a lot of his body. Mother has always told me not to stare, but she isn't here, so she doesn't know. A breeze comes through, it doesn't phase him. "Kaldr!" I tell him, if I remember that means cold. He turns to me, then smiles. That was a sharp difference. "Kaldr?" he asks me. I nod and he walks over to me. He says something to me but I don't understand. He stands next to me. I point to his markings awkwardly and he gives me a weird look. I try to think of his language and how to ask a proper question, but I can't think of any.