I still remember Alex, and how the airline lost the box containing the only copies of a year’s worth of research on her flight back from England. By the time school started again, it would have been presumed dead if human. I still wonder where it would go if it was found. Probably to her parents. I hope they would keep it for her. Store it in her old room until she comes home for Christmas, and then she goes upstairs to find it waiting there, after all these years, less like a present and more like a negligent lover.