There are so many possible answers to that that most of them slip Jamie's mind, and he laughs, holding up the book. "Found an old friend," he says. "It was lumped in with all my other stuff. I picked it up and... I don't know how it got here." It doesn't really matter. Copies of Light were easy to find back home. This one is the real deal, though, beaten and worn out and his, a first edition, from before it occurred to him there would even be so many reprints.