Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a tatty bear wearing an orange hat and holding a green envelope. When I was little, my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the bear. The bear was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, "Don't worry, Ada; he has a nice life. He's trapped in a perfect world."
A perfect world where James and Lily only have each other and live forever...