On the field, a young man leaped into the air; threw the silver ball in his hands into the blue-side basket. As it rolled down the chute into a treasure chest, the people in the stands were chanting loudly. A band began to play.

The young man removed his helmet and looked up to the stands, directly at a girl about Clara's age. Blond hair curled around her face and hung to her shoulders. Beside her was a tote bag from which protruded what appeared to be a box of colored pencils. As Clara watched, Helen picked up her tote and disappeared from the camera view of the stands. Helen, Clara thought, remembering the ASCII image that Helen had sent. Helen.