On a crisp autumn evening, an elderly man and his wife lay asleep. A gentle wind whistled through the propped open window, breathing life into an otherwise motionless scene. The stars gazed upon the house wondering what the couple would make of the news they were about to receive. They watched as the man woke with a start, switched on his side lamp and frantically searched through his bedside drawer. His fingers felt the spiral cord of his note book and quickly pulled it out and onto his lap. He snatched a pencil out of a pocket in the front of the note book, and flipped to the nearest empty page.
The man sketched the face he had seen and scribbled down a name and an address on the top left corner of the page. He visualized the girl again, making sure that he had not made any mistakes in the portrait. "Honey? What's wrong?" the man's wife asked, after being awoken by his jostled movements.
"There is another. We must find her at once."
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