Little pink bangs tap little pink cheeks as she runs accross the floor

Not the dirty and tangled mess of the Hermitidge, but a new space.

Freakfast  is over, and with a full stomach, she climbs into her fathers lap.

Guiltily, he reads the paper over her head and strokes her hair until she falls asleep.

Gently, he lifts her and stands, carrying her to the soft, burgandy couch in the dim living room.  He sets her down and stands over her for a moment or two before returning to his paper and coffee.

                                                  In the grey of her room, Aelita is sobbing for the girl

                                                     With pink hair who never got to say goodbye...