Yeah, [Sniper replied with a nod of his head. He felt his natural pessimism rise with a whisper of you're never going to find her but instead of dwelling on it, pointed to the right.]

Let's just start this way, then. Sometimes the mannequins can be helpful, so we can ask if they've seen a little girl and... oh wait, I know. Wait a second.

[Sniper dug through his cluttered back before triumphantly producing a rather worn sketchbook. He flipped his way through it until he found his sketch of Thalassa holding a fishing pole, newborn shoes muddy and cheeks rosy.]

We can show people this, [he said.] It's not perfect, but it's better than nothing.