I used my ride to the hospital to muse over my sister's mysterious directions. I was to find a little girl named Lily, and she would have the answers. What answers? Would I have to ask questions? What was I to ask? Was I supposed to know these things by osmosis or what? I was only human—at the moment, that is. I shrugged as the hospital pulled into view. My sister, being in divine form, must know I would figure it out. It wasn't like her to send me on a wild goose chase.
I entered the hospital and surveyed the entryway. The girl was either a visitor here or a patient. Either way, it would be frowned upon if I simply walked up to the front desk and asked for a girl named Lily. Even a simple-minded human would question why a grown man was asking about a child. She wasn't a relative. I didn'
