They appear in midair, visible out of a few thirtieth-floor apartments.
One starts to fall. The other catches her by the arm, flings out - wing-shapes of light - and slows her, spiraling down until they're at street level.
"We don't have a way to get to other worlds and would give very much for one."
"All the elementals, but we don't know how many there are. Most humans my age or younger."
"I'm seventeen. ...twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen. Eighteen nineteen twenty."
"This world has - as many people as it can feed. Wanting longer now is like wanting to fly."