These keys used to belong to a young man
from Manchester England
who made plans and had dreams
of running every marathon in this country
starting in New York.
He was going to write a book
about his experiences...
and ended up running a cafe.
Later they were given to a Russian girl
who loved collecting keys
and watching sunsets.
Unfortunately,
she loved sunsets more than the keys
and ended up disappearing into one.
Why didn't you go looking for her?
When I was little
my mum used to take me to the park
on weekends.
She said if I ever got lost
I had to stay in the last place
we saw each other and wait,
wait very patiently, fearlessly,
because she'd come back for me
sooner or later.
Does that work?
Not really...
she got lost once looking for me.
(W. K. W.)
