These meet ups in the Horizon have become a part of Wilhelm's routine. Dates, Jesper calls them, and he supposes they are. They always lead to their clothes scattered on the floor and their bodies tangled together.

Today brings a change in the routine. Jesper's domain, the usual setting for their rendezvous, gets swapped for Wilhelm's. He rarely invites anyone over to his little corner of the Horizon. It's not that interesting — and anyway, it's designed as a place to retreat to, not to share. At some point, though, he'd brought up the car he's manifested here, and Jesper, always a fan of shiny new thrills, begged to check it out.

When he sees Jesper sauntering up to the house overlooking the lake, Wilhelm rushes over to meet him. The house itself has gone through several transformations in the past year as he figures out what he wants. Once, it looked like an echo of Simon's house. Somewhere he only ever spent a handful of hours, but that was long enough to leave him with the impression that this was what a home is supposed to feel like. These days, it's something constructed out of his own imagination: sleek and modern in contrast to the ornate trappings of the palace he'd grown up in, which felt preserved in time like a fly in amber. The car, a perfect replica of his brother's Ferrari, sits in the driveway.

"Hey," he smiles at Jesper.