Kyle was lost. She heard the wet whispers of her parents when she came home early from ballet. Did they mean he couldn't find them or that they couldn't find him? She was sure he knew the way home. He was 12 years older and knew everything. His picture was tucked into her best purse - the one he called Pepto-Bismol pink. He was wearing the uniform with all the pretty ribbons. The pink one she had given him was hidden in his pocket. She placed her sandals by their tree. He said that glow could light the way home.