His shell was purple with streaks of pink. His soft body was a translucent blue. He scurried around to find a place of solace, so he could come out of his shell. I noticed him trying to come out. I tried to encourage him to emerge. With no luck.

We traveled by train. The destination was desolate. Down on the dock only a couple people watched an orchestra play. There were so few people and it was hazy. All the while, I was searching for something.

I heard his kind voice. I found him in his muted-grey sweatshirt. He turned to me. Picked me up and spun me around. I tilted my head back and laughed in his arms.