I tucked ter into my book and  to look for Speck. Panic overo t s only moments before. to a cold rain, obliterating any tracks s  a single soul could be seen. No one anss y, as co ring out anoto venture out into too go. A car eased around a corner and sloted me , quot;Do you need a ride? Youll catc;

    I remembered to make my voice understandable—a single stroke of fortune on t miserable day. quot;No, t;

    quot;Dont call me maam,quot; sail like t;Its a nasty morning to be out, and you  or gloves.quot;

    quot;I live around t;

    quot;Do I kno;

    I sarted to roll up her window.

    quot;You  seen a little girl out ; I called out.

    quot;In t;

    quot;My ter,quot; I lied. quot;Im out looking for  my size.quot;

    quot;No. I  seen a soul.quot; S; is your name?quot;

    I ated and t it best to end tter. quot;My name is Billy Speck.quot;

    quot;Youd better go urn up.quot;

    turned tored off. Frustrated, I oreets and ter. teady drizzle, not quite cold enougo cerated t difficult to orient myself, so I used ts course t to tic to find  stop until late t nigand of evergreens croer sparroed, ing for a break in ther.

    Aoony sopped searcions I  at bay began to assault my mind. Unanss t orment me in quiet moments for t fe Kivi and Blomma o be alone. told me my real name, I  quiet, or told all and given o stay? A so stop obsessing, I rose and continued to stumble t darkness, finding nothing.

    Cold, tired, and o ter ran quick