“Would it help if I stood around uselessly not knowing what to say?”

“What worth would my life be to me or my family if I stood by and allowed you to face danger alone when I could help.”

“Phoebe burst into tears. For several minutes she stood weeping in the middle of the road, the choking, gulping sobs of childhood. Something was wrong; something was wrong but she didn't know what. She was alone in the middle of nowhere, behaving strangely, with no one around to help her, and what people were around she wanted only to escape.”

“I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun.”

“However, if you want to know how people would like to be treated, it's more helpful to look at how they themselves act than what they say.”

“I looked at the faces around me, wondering what was going to happen to me ... wondering when I would see Father again."I will help you.”