It feels like things are finally starting to fall into place. This area looks familiar now and you can tell you're getting closer to Maria's house. You haven't stopped jogging but feel like you can go for miles. It's light again. You're starting to believe the sun is short circuiting when you start to notice the scenery. You must have passed at least 6 houses with hot pink bougainvillea, the same size, in the same pots, the same...house. You slow to a stop, utterly defeated and bewilered. Up ahead, a figure is approaching. It's Phillip.