It was a mutually agreed upon venture. I hardly twisted his arm into it.

[She takes a deep breath, filling her lungs with the summer-tinged air, before exhaling slowly. Thinking of these things takes on a new meaning now, and it isn't that she's about to burst into tears, but it takes a moment.]

We'd been working on it since we were sixteen or so. That was when I'd come up with my initial research: that of atomic suspension via light waves. [That is to say: she can make things float, because fuck gravity.] I tested out the theories multiple times, and eventually, it worked, but--

[She smiles.]

Strange. I'd leave my experiment suspended over the evening, and wake to find it turned off. Or the opposite, over and over.

And on the other side, Robert grew ever more frustrated that he, too, would find his experiment in disarray. Like two people toying with switches for one lightbulb-- it took us quite a while to understand.

But once we had . . . well. You can make a crude morse code out of anything that can turn on and off.