"I'm guessing this is a good sign," Keefe said as she scrambled for a notebook to write the message down. 

A boy who disappeared.

"Should've figured it would have something to do with a boy."

"I was five, Keefe."

"What, and cute boys didn't exist when you were five? Well it's true you haven't met me yet, but..."

—Shannon Messenger-Exile-page 430