"You are that Joanne.

But you possess what I could not give to her.

Joanne of 'Fair Play' was splendid without a soul.
You have what she lacked.

You may not understand, but you have come to perfect what I only partly created." The colour had slowly ebbed from Joanne's face.

There was a mysterious darkness in her eyes.
"If you were not John Aldous I would--strike you," she said.