This City of moving streets and stolen babies was interesting. Helena walked through, touching walls, sniffing flowers, tasting food when she could. She stopped at the park. She liked parks. They were places children were. But there were no children at this park. There was only a woman on the swings.
It made Helena sad, because children belonged in parks. There was chalk on the ground, and she bent down to pick it up. She began drawing a child. It was not good, because Helena was not good at drawing, but she knew what it was. She drew more children, sticks with hair and sometimes clothes and sometimes faces.
The chalk smeared on her knees and hands. Helena did not mind.