'I was afraid you would not come back', Majdy suddenly said. And I wondered if this was the right time so late at night to talk of such things, things that would drive the sleep from our eyes. When I looked at him, he seemed tired and weak and this made him look more beautiful than he had looked at the airport. I remembered the stories his sisters told me about how he was when he first came here. Despairing of ever passing his exams, ever catching up with the work. And now he was nearly through. Me, the rescue package his family sent him, has achieved its purpose. 'I work better when you are next to me', he was saying, 'It is easier to keep awake. When I saw you in the airport today, you brought back many memories to me. Of people I love and I have left behind, of what I once was years ago. I envy you, you find that funny don't you, but it's true, I envy you because you are displaced yet intact, unchanged while I question everything and I am not sure of anything any more'. And it was only then, late that night, when he came and sat near me on the floor that I told him about our baby.