I am looking for my children after a natural catastrophe. I eventually find them and am relieved to see that they are already pulling themselves and their lives back together. In fact, when I see them they are surrounded by friends so I really don't have to worry about them at all. I return to the place where I have sought and found shelter. It is crowded with mostly young people who have no surviving parents getting in the way and on everyone's nerves. I am trying to find a quiet corner to which to escape and I find a room in this enormous mansion that nobody seems to have claimed as their own. It is in a sort of cupola with windows facing in nearly every direction. The room has a low bed and several bookshelves with a few knick knacks lying around. I start imagining what it would look like if I were to redecorate it to create a meditation place, a room where people could go when in need of some quiet, some solitude, and a few moments of silence in which to breathe. Someone else walks in and I try to describe what I want to do with the room. They think it is a wonderful idea and match my enthusiasm by encouraging me to start. Alone again, I go to the bookshelf where I find a copy of the yearbook from Rhodes with a black cover. I start flipping through trying to find a photograph of myself or of Evan.