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.
"Dunno.
Maybe we could have all emailed before the classes started telling about ourselves so people would know the reds already. Instead of them being a surprise. They could have started out not going to both sessions so people felt like they had a little control over it. There could have been a glass wall.
She could have not sent an email that made you all want to leave. You could have asked me and we could have talked and even if after that you wanted to read about reds and then left then I wouldn't have thought you were gone forever because you hated me."