"Are there many stars tonight?" Mu said. "The night is like water." Ming nodded. "At this time...is the water very cold?" Mu cautiously stood on the edge of the rock and looked down. Ten feet below, there was no light, no sound of water, and it was pitch black and silent, as if dead. "It's been cold in the water." "Did that face... ever smile at you, sister?" "Don't talk nonsense." Ming said lightly: "There is no face there."