"Youdon't want to be late for school - the bus is coming any second. Here'ssome lunch money - get out there!" I hustled out to the bus stop,grabbing...my book bag from the entry room table. It was a pretty pinkthing with flowers hand stitched all over it. Somehow I knew I had donethe stitching. Well, at least I was creative. I went to the bus stop,and Mary was there. I don't know how I knew, but Mary was my bestfriend. Apparently Prudence's memories were still in this head, justmine. Getting away from the world, running from your past...that's not worth thinking about right now though.Right now you're standing on a beach...and then you saw it. The ship. It's broken boards dotting the beach and water filling up the rear end. Stranded on some remote island then..and--by the fact that the ship had a mighty good navigator (good at his job, mind you, of questionable moral standards)--probably wasn't marked on even the best maps.You begin to remember the events leading up to the. But she also said that she would be interested in sucking some herself sometime." Seriously?" Yeah, seriously. What would you think about that?" Me? I think it would be cool." Really? You would?" Yeah. Is that what happened today?" Well, not quite. But almost." What happened, then?" She was just about to, you know ... put her mouth on my boob, when her phone alarm went off and she had to leave to get her kids." Did she do anything at all?" She just touched my boob a little." Too bad," Kevin. She walked to the window and looked out into the forest, saw a firefly drifting among the trees… ‘There was an old man, in the woods,’ she heard herself asking. ‘He was, I think, saying prayers. When I saw him he was kneeling in a shallow depression, it felt as if the earth had swallowed up something when I found that place. Do you know anything about him?’ He looked at the innocence of an age betrayed on her face, at numbers tattooed on the inside of her arm, then at the truth of her words..