“Now we shall enjoy the concert,” Milos said. “After all, we can have front-row seats,” and he gestured to any number of fleshies in the front row, but Allie shook her head. She didn’t feel right stealing the concert from fans by putting them to sleep for the entire performance—and keeping a fleshie conscious was bound to be problematic. From where they stood on the stage, Allie could see off into the wings, where a couple of roadies stood, not doing much of anything.

“Those roadies probably travel with the band,” Allie said. “They won’t care if they sleep through a performance.”

“Excellent—but we should switch places a few times—it is never a good idea to stay in the same fleshie for too long.”

So they jacked the two roadies, and watched the whole concert from backstage. Then, when it was done, to make their concertgoing experience complete, they jacked a couple of fans in the audience, so they could flow out with the crowd, and enjoy, if only for a few minutes, the charged excitement of the audience around them.

Allie almost gasped as they left the warmth of the theater, and stepped out into the cool night. It was a subtle change, but powerful to an Afterlight, because temperature change meant nothing without flesh to feel it. A gentle breeze blew through the parking lot, and it felt soft and feathery on her arms. She swore she could feel each and every goose bump, and it was wonderful!

“I think you liked this, yes?” said Milos.

She turned, and his fleshie was right next to hers, bringing up a hand, to gently caress Allie’s cheek.

Allie was caught off guard. “Don’t,” she said, taking a step away from him.

“Why not?”

“Well, for one, your fleshie’s a girl!”

He shrugged. “So what? Yours is a boy.”

Allie looked at herself. Her arms were covered with hair. No wonder the breeze felt so feathery.

“This is just too weird,” she said, and peeled herself out. The living world shifted into soft focus, and the breeze now passed through her, so easy to ignore.

Milos peeled out of his fleshie. “I never thought to play hide-and-seek before,” he told Allie. “I came here to teach you, and it is you who teaches me!”

“So what’s tomorrow’s lesson?” she asked.

“Ah,” said Milos. “Tomorrow’s is the best lesson of all!”

As they left to rejoin the others, Milos held his hand out to her as always, and as always Allie didn’t take it, but she couldn’t deny that she felt more and more tempted.