Lennon chuckles and takes his hand. “Perfect. Come on,” she leads him to the trapeze. “We’ll start off slow, just walking across the tightrope. And if you fall, I’m right here.” The net is nowhere to be seen. Carra smiles at his voice, then she starts. “We don’t love anymore. What was all of it for? We don’t love anymore, like we used to do.” The crowd goes wild for them. Zenith settles into an awkward fighting stance.