[Louis allows his head to roll back onto the couch, gaze drifting up to the ceiling while his mind's eye paints pictures of the world Ayer describes to him. A skydom itself sounded grand, based on endless, open airs and vast flights. Something completely foreign to Louis, whose sky had always been majestically above him rather than encompassing and enveloping.]

That sounds incredible. Is it easy to travel between islands?

[As if the apocalypse hadn't already taken enough of his home planet, Louis' world became even smaller yet after returning from death. He'd been confined to the inside of one city for so long, he'd nearly forgotten that horizons can be pursued, and aren't just symbols of everything beyond reach.

... But he isn't asking just to compare. He genuinely wants to know more about Ayer, and that includes where he came from. If anything he's glad their worlds were so different, as he wouldn't wish his own situation on anyone else's.]

Which did you frequent? Was there anywhere you wanted to go, but couldn't?