Chapter 55As the Miraclemaker's hand touched the doorknob, he happened to look down, and he spotted the keys. They lay near the door's frame, in the carpet along the baseboard; he didn't know how he'd missed them in his thorough search, but he was glad that they had finally appeared.
Stooping, he snatched them up and darted out of the living room. Propelled by his awareness of swiftly diminishing time, he raced for the garage, the child, the final miracle.
