—She was going to answer that she went to a river only once in her life, but the sudden warmth of Johns lips sealed hers, and took her breath away. She didn't even have time to blink, and as he closed in, she could only see his blurred face. Her lips stayed slightly open, and her eyes were set on John's mouth, in that severe line if lips he wore as he spoke.— I don't know about rivers, but I know about the ocean, and the ocean can suck in the pieces, and they can be forever lost. —she paused to draw some air, and it was quite a desperate gasp, as if she had forgotten how to breathe.— But some other times, stuff might show up on the other side of the country, or the planet. —she paused again, but this time, her lips remained closed, if only for a bit.— What if my pieces are too far away?