And whenever I'm lost, Big Brother always comes and gets me and brings me back home... [Luke drops back down to kneel carefully on the ground, playing with one of the flowers with a small smile, not even noticing that it starts shimmering when he touches it, just like the flowers were doing earlier.] I like those times, 'cause Big Brother'll carry me the whole way back and even though he'll scold me and, and tell me I shouldn't go so far and say that I'm making trouble for him 'cause he had to come get me, he's happy, too. 'Cause he found me. So he smiles and he lets me hug him. But... but I hate it, too, 'cause then papa yells at him when we get back...