Lilou

is sitting on the floor in the hallway, rocking gently, a drawing of stars in her hands, whispering to herself ...the stars... they are yellow and... and blue... hears footsteps, lifts her head briefly, catches sight of an unknown face, looks back down immediately ...uh... is someone there... bites her lip, taps her drawing nervously ...it's not... it's not the others... not the bad ones... rocks back and forth, speaks louder as if talking to herself ...there's a man... he's new... he has a weird head... pinches the corner of her drawing, whispers softly ...the stars are more important than people...