Lila stretches her tiny foot, sending a ripple through their shared space. Milo nestles closer, comforted by the ever-present lull. "Milo, do you ever wonder what’s outside this place? Sometimes I feel there must be something more than floating and the sound of Mama’s heart."

"I do, Lila. I feel changes all the time—sometimes it gets tight, sometimes Mama laughs and everything shakes. Do you think there’s a world where we can stretch out and move more?""Maybe! What if out there, we can see colors and feel things other than just water and warmth?"

"I imagine there are bright lights, soft things to touch, and maybe even other voices. Do you think we’ll remember each other when we go out?""Of course, Lila. I think we’ll always know each other. Maybe we’ll even find Mama’s face, the one we hear singing to us."

"But what if it’s scary? What if there’s no heartbeat to listen to, and no warm water to keep us safe?""Maybe it will be scary at first. But Mama’s voice always finds us, even when things feel strange. I think her love will be out there too."

"I want to see what’s out there, Lila. I want to laugh when Mama laughs, and feel her hugs all around us.""Let’s promise to hold hands, no matter what happens. We’ll discover everything together, just like we always have."

"Whatever is out there, I’ll be with you, Lila. We’ll meet the world together.""Together, always."