Zero History

“I don’t know what he thinks,” said Fiona, “but you’d better watch yourself.”
I do, thought Milgrim. Or rather, he had. Pathologically, his therapist had said. “You
were going to explain what I need to do in order to be a better passenger,” he said.
“Was I?”
“You said I needed a passenger lesson.”
“You need to sit closer to me, and hold on tight. Our mass needs to be as one.”
“It does?”
“Yes. And you need to stay with me, lean with me, on the turns. But not too much. It’s
like dancing.”
Milgrim coughed. “I’ll try,” he said.