"I've never been outside Roarton," Kieren says, a bit overwhelmed by all the noise and the clatter and the people. "There's more people inside that train station than I've ever seen in one place in me whole life," Kieren says, hand starting to shake again in that strange inexplicable way it had been doing earlier.

He jams it into his pocket, because he doesn't exactly want to talk about things happening to him that he can't explain. "I'm in America, then?"