The crescent moon hangs above them, bright and silver against the midnight sky.

The clouds are sparing, hardly passing by the moon to cover its brilliant glow.

The moon…luna…

Luna!

That’s it!

Harley remembers the black metal arch that hangs outside her house. It has a crescent moon symbol, the same symbol on every house on their neighborhood street.

“Luna…Lunadew. Lunadew! Lunadew Street! I remember!” Harley shouts in excitement, jumping up and down.

“I live at Lunadew Street! That’s where my house is!”

Harley can’t believe it. She remembers something that’ll get her home.

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