He had noticed the girl's obsession with the moon the day she arrived. She spoke of it lovingly and longingly, often staring out the window even during the daytime. Yet seconds later she again became a young girl, little more than a child at that point, and when asked about the moon she stared blankly back at the doctors. After that she would inevitably ask for her friends, and they would have to explain once more.
In that first month Dr. Naboru watched her with a sinking sadness. He felt great pity for the girl and what she had witnessed. The police report told of the horror of that scene where she had been found. Her parents, good people, openly wept as they tried to explain it to him.
Just fourteen, she should never have been out that late. Her parents had honestly thought her to be safe in her bed, fast asleep. They had been startled awake at three in the morning by a pounding on their door. Two police officers, white faced and shaken, had asked them to come to the hospital. Their daughter had been found not far from the Crown Arcade. That was all they knew until they reached the hospital.
