"I think everybody starts out with parents," says Elizabeth. "But you might not have them anymore. I don't."

"Why not?"

"My dad's never been around. He's not important," says Elizabeth. "And my mom died."

"Would that be a reason for me not to remember mine?"

"If they died? I dunno," says Elizabeth. "If you were really little, I guess. Do you remember anything though? Because if you don't remember anything then that's a really good reason why you wouldn't remember your parents."

"I..." Unbasketgirl scrunches her eyes shut and frowns intently. It is a long moment of thought before she says, "The sun. It was up. Now it isn't."

"That's something, I guess," Elizabeth says doubtfully.

"I think I like the sun," says unbasketgirl in a helpful voice.

"I like the sun too," says Elizabeth. "Except when it gets too bright and it's hard to see."

"I don't remember that happening," volunteers unbasketgirl after a moment.

Elizabeth regards her thoughtfully.

"You're named 'lizbeth?" abbreviates unbasketgirl in her peculiar accent.

"Close enough," says more-or-less-Lizbeth.

"Should I be named something?"

"Probably."

"What?"

She shrugs. "I dunno. Maybe you already have one and we just don't know it."

"I want to know it."

"Maybe Chris will find somebody who does."

"Chris?"

"My aunt who's looking for your parents or whatever."

"How does she know where to look?"

"I dunno. She didn't say."

"Oh." Unbasket girl taps her hands on her knees thoughtfully, then says, "I'm hungry."