Oh, man. I like them all, but I’m partial to Link. It’s like he’s defending Michael’s bicep by standing guard on his forearm.
Then I am pushing through the crowd, just as I did before. Trying to shout her name above the roar. I’m almost there, almost to the barricade, when I think she hears me. Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name. And that’s when the rest of the parachutes go off.