" I told him I hadn't seen Thurston since a week before we left the States. I said he had no idea where I was, and I had no way of finding him either.

"We fell out," I said. "I don't think he was talking to me."

He smiled. "What did you do?"

I felt like crying. That doesn't happen often, to me. "I hurt his feelings." I told him. "I said some things I shouldn't. And then I got dragged here, so I lost him. He's a needle in a haystack."

Ernest nodded. "The world is a very big place when you're looking for someone."

"I miss him," I said. "And I don't know what I'm supposed to do next."

"Get on with the business of living," Ernest told me. "You don't have any other choice. "

― Jenny Valentine