Amber is lost. We were just walking along the sidewalk in New York City, Vera and I, with Amber toodling along about 10 feet ahead of us. We got momentarily distracted - I think we stepped just inside the doorway of a shop to look at something, and suddenly she is just gone. We start looking for her, but everywhere we turn there are more options and choices, and she isn't there.

After looking for a while, I'm riding on a bus, and changing my shirt, and putting one shirt over another but I don't care because looking for Amber is more important. I am calling the police, filing a missing persons report on her, and now it's looking hopeless. The question arises whether I'm on the right bus, and I say as long as it's taking me back toward the center of town, where I lost her, it doesn't matter. I'm considering the reality that we might not find her, and the horror of thinking about where she might be, and what might be happening to her, and just not knowing.