Sometimes you would disappear for a whole day, you and the Talls. I was never sure where you went. Your faces always lost a bit of sunshine after those days. I wondered. 

As long as you came back. 

Sometimes we would go in the moving room to somewhere nice, another Somewhere Else. There was a big blue eye at one point, an endless, moving puddle that smelled of sharp things and made me feel young. Another time, the big buildings faded into gray places, and then into green. 

I was reminded of a green from long ago, and I was happy.