Childe didn't say a word, and he was concentrating all his energies on attempting to keep his eyelids open for longer than a fraction of a second. He seemed to be searching for something. He walked with uneven footsteps, and he muttered to himself words that sounded like a child, "I can't find it, mom."
"Childe, who are you talking to?" Edie asked.
Childe never answered; he gained his direction without too much difficulty and started toward a box that was in the far corner of the room. Edie knew there was no stopping him, so instead, she helped him. Once he reached his destination, he smiled as a look of great relief came over his face. "I've found it, mom. I thought it was gone," he says and lets out a loud and happy laugh.
