[Scintilla]

She had started out of the house on a sunny morning, sneaking past the maid, and slipping out the back door, some change jingling in her right pocket. The young girl hummed a tune to herself, skipping along the sidewalk. She spent the day that way, away from her house, just walking and seeing things. This eight year old girl was named Mei, and was only really a curious litttle lady, wanting to find some adventure in the world.

Hours passed, and it had begun to rain, softly at first, then harder, pounding on the streets. Mei then decided that it was getting late, and that she had to return home soon. Turning back on her heel, Mei nearly tripped over a lump on the ground. Startled, she looked closer. The lump was not a lump at all; it was actually a young boy, looking close to her own age. Mei tilted her head, " Hmm? What are you doing here? It's cold outside!"