She was something else once, a long time ago. It comes to her as happy memories, warm dreams she can't hold onto. She is not that anymore, and she never can be again, this at least she understands. The little one was something else too, or were they both the same something else? It didn’t matter much now. The little one is always near; he can’t live without her light. Neither can she, but she was lucky enough to have it attached to her, so she did not need to be worried for herself..

There were two others, that use to come. The slightly smelly round one, it made the nice sounds with it’s wooden thing for her and the little one. But he had gotten grey and slower, and one day he did not come anymore. There was the little brown one too, she rode on the little one’s back, and said words to him. The little brown one got taller, and then one day it stopped coming too. She was sad about this, but the little one was crushed, she had never seen him so sad…well, not that she could remember anyway.