"But now you'll be one forever!" It's as real as it is on paper, which to her, is quite real. Mary hugs the art supplies closer to her chest, breathing in the scent of the new paper and wood and the colorful treasures held inside. For an instant, she feels completely full inside, like nothing is missing at all.

She remembers quickly that there's still the same old chasm carved into her rib cage, but doesn't let it bother her.

"I'll draw you even more pictures. I'll draw everyone pictures. I'll draw so much that the sun will come back!"