“Well? Don’t tell me you don’t remember that either!”

Harley glances around her, trying to her best to jog her memory.

Where does she live?

She can remember her Mama. She then tries to picture their house.

It’s blurry in her mind, but she can picture it.

A two story house with a red tiled roof, a brown porch, black metal gates, and an orange mailbox…

But where exactly is their house?

“Come on now, little girl! I don’t got all night! I have to head home myself. Don’t make me ditch ya!”

Harley bites her lips as she feels herself panic. The sailor can’t leave just yet! It’s likely that this is her last chance of getting home. She can’t mess this up.

She starts to look around her as she thinks.

Look at the lighthouse in the distance.
Look up at the moon in the night sky.