Misty turned to see Apollo. Her heart leapt. Her soulmate! His questions didn’t faze her. “Don’t be sad, Apollo!” she cried, her banner waving in excitement. “Maybe the fates just needed to put it here long enough for us to find each other.” She grinned. “After all, you don’t really need a permanent soulmate tie to find your mate, do you? I think it just didn’t need to be here all the time. Could you imagine dragging around a pink line all the time? If somebody ever hated you and wanted to kill your mate, they could just find you and then follow your line! Oh my, that got dark. Apologies, Apollo!” she blurted, a little out of breath. Misty’s mind was going a million miles a minute; she was so excited. “Pardon me, that was unfortunate, I’m trying to say that-we don’t need the line, do we?” She looked to meet his eyes.

“We are searchlights, we can see in the dark.”