He picks up the items on the dresser one at a time, scrutinizing each in turn. **She's growing up.** There are fewer stones and bits of bark and more things he associates with adult femininity. She has a pink lipstick and blue eyeshadow as well as a partly-finished leather-working wallet kit and a plastic dartgun. He smoothes the comforter on her bed and strokes the pillow fondly. Luna sits patiently in the corner, but he is glad of the companionship. **I need to think.** Luna follows him out to the fire escape.