"It was a year ago that Anders and I got together," she said softly. "A year exactly. I died, loving him. And I came back the same way. But he--but they--and it's stupid! It's so stupid! I've got a million more important things to worry over than boys and I should be grateful they're even talking to me at all, never mind anything else but it...it hurts, Eliot. It really, really hurts."