She came from the wrong side of the Spanner. So he was immediately curious about her. She had a different look about herself. Edgy. Colorful. Fun. Somehow, she was gorgeous, too. Long limbs. And oversized head. Hair sprouting from both sides of her face. It was a package so ungainly that it worked to pull him in and give him something to fantasize about and imagine doing things with.

Of course, she had absolutely no idea that he even existed. How could she? When she crossed the Spanner every day, going through the checkpoints, showing her card, waiting in line, and undergoing the deep scans, she was simply doing what she had to do. She had to work to eat. She had to eat to live. That was all there was to it.

He was in a position of power over her. How could he not be? He never wanted anything. As a citizen of the Bowl, he was already on the right side of the Spanner. He didn't have to work more than the simple tasks he was assigned to maintain his supremacy. He didn't have to want for anything. He ate well. He slept well. He never crossed the Spanner to take in the Belt's squalid sights of the Belt so he had never experienced the long wait times and the personal indignity of crossing over. People came across the Spanner to him. He never went across to them. So when his obsession kicked into full, he didn't know how he got to her. She could always come to him and his position. But he was intrigued by what her life was like outside the Bowl. And part of his fantasy world was showing her how cool he was in another world. He thought for sure that he could make her his new one.