I skip over to Elsa's room. I lay my hand on the cold, hard, door handle, and then I suddenly remember. All those years, all those memories come flying back to me. I remember running to this door, in those chilly winter mornings. I can recall waking up in my little bed, and wondering where my sister had gone. I see her, when she was only eight, walking slowly into the great room across the hall, alone. She turns to look at me, with her vivid, starry eyes. Then she closes the door. I will never forget the moment when she shut that door. Because, even at that age, when there are more dreams than reality, I feel the rejection deeply in my soul. I know she has shut me out of her life, forever.