[if someone told her that she'd actually spend her sleeping hours while traveling to ensure the safe delivery of supplies to thorne sitting in her horizon, listening to matt go on about the laws and regulations of the free cities—she would have turned her head at the idea. as it were, with the limited amount of time they can actually spend together, wanda figures that this is as good as it's going to get.

there's a thought about the idea that he's so focused in his studying of the material given to him that even while asleep and in the horizon, his restless mind pulls back to what he's learning.

at least, now, her horizon has finally settled into something concrete, all the growing of plants and trees and critters moving within it finally done. it's convenient for matt to just walk in through the door she's connected to his horizon, so maybe one day he'll get to walk through the forest—it's something she should do, too.

maybe.

wanda sits back on the couch, leaning against the armrest, trying to find something to latch onto between all the legal jargon and mundane bureaucratic to-dos.]

If you have all this paperwork because every city has different rules and regulations, why not just create one single paperwork that combines all the options?

[he does this as a job? well, he seems thrilled enough, pacing back and forth in the living room as he puts his thoughts into words, but it's a little too much for wanda.]