‘Fractals, my dear,’ he said to her.
They were sitting on the curb at Times Square.
‘What about them?’ she murmured back, turning a page in her book.
‘What do you think we are here for, today?’
She looked up slowly, finishing her book’s last paragraph. ‘The end, I suppose.’
‘The end of what?’
‘Another life.’
He smiled curtly at her. ‘Think again, and then -’
‘Oh God,’ she stammered, horrified. ‘Is this a math lesson??’
He smiled broadly now. ‘What can we learn?’
He immediately appeared on the other side of the street, opposite to her, to where He had been sitting a moment before.
‘Times Square,’ she said.
‘Times Square,’ He smiled.