Sitting on a bench at the train station, waiting to go home. He senses a shift in the air, the anticipation, the overpowering arrival of the incoming train. With the same urgency, she rushes toward him, desperately searching for her lost earring. Sometimes when you lose something, you feel lost. And if you find it, you recover yourself, and everything falls back into place. "Is that what you’re looking for?" he asks. "Yes," she replies.