"We're not so different." The girl burst out laughing. "Ohmigod! Oh my God--dude! Maybe you're high!" Pike put the car in gear, but kept his foot on the brake. Their sameness seemed obvious. "You want to be seen; me, I want to be invisible. It's all the same." The girl stared at him, then straightened herself the way he had straightened himself. She said, "An idealist."