Katey rushed down a path that she could've walked with her eyes closed. She ran past the square where she first experienced Cuban dancing. She passed the graveyard where she first realized she was in love with Javier. She passed La Rosa Negra where she found herself becoming a woman. This was the path that summed up the time she had spent in Cuba. This was path that summed up the changes she had encountered here in Cuba. The changes in dancing, the changes in love, and the changes in herself. She felt more at home here than she had ever felt in St.Louis. She finally reached Javier's house. Chabe met her at the gate. "No, he's not here, Katey," said Chabe. Chabe knew the only thing that Katey would want at the house was Javier and she had memorized two English phrases for when Katey came over. Yes, he is here or No, he is not. Usually that was the end of their interactions due to Katey's lack of Spanish and Chabe's lack of English. When Javier wasn't at the house, Katey would go out looking for him at the only other three places he could've been: the beach, the garage, or looking for her at the hotel. But this time, Katey didn't have time to search for him. She had to go back to the hotel and pack. Her flight was leaving in 2 hours! "Ummm…." Katey began. What was the Spanish word for "note"? Although Chabe was only 6, she seemed to understand. She ran inside the house and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. "Gracias," said Katey, relieved that Chabe had understood her telepathic messages. She scribbled a short note to Javier, explaining that she would be waiting for him at the airport at 9:30. She folded the note and gave it to Chabe. She was about to walk away when Chabe hugged her. Katey was surprised for a moment, then relaxed and hugged Chabe back. One day, Chabe, Katey thought. One day.