Dunstan nodded once more, comprehending and appreciating her words. He looked down at his feet; in shoes recently bought, because he was growing faster than his father could keep up with.

"Change..."

"You're right, Aca. That's what all this is really about, in the end: change. What's next, do you suppose?" he asked, looking up at her again, a slight smile in his midnight blue eyes. "Werewolves, earthquakes? Chrysanta running off to marry a ghost or something?"