In the Abstract - Lauren Ipsum: A Story About Computer Science and Other Improbable Things - page 70

“That's how some people get, living in a tower all the time,” Winsome said. “Other people
start to talk a lot .”
“They do?”
“You'll see. So what are you going to do now?”
“I thought about it,” Laurie said. “Userland is just one island. This island is . . . nice, but I
asked around, and no one here has heard of Hamilton either.”
“Well,” said Winsome, “do you want to be my assistant?”
“What do you mean?”
“You're looking for a way home, right? The Doppelganger goes just about everywhere. You
can help me make deliveries, and you'll be able to look for answers in a lot more places than
you could by walking. Or swimming.”
“Isn't that the same as you telling me where to go?”
Winsome smiled. “You're getting smarter by the minute. But don't get too smart. Sail with
me for a while. I need the help. If you don't like it, I'll drop you off wherever you want. No
hard feelings.”
Laurie thought a moment, biting her lip. “Okay,” she said, “you've got yourself a deal!”