I took her in when I found her wandering, shell-shocked, between the piles of rubble where the street had been. The first sound she made was a giggle when I made a shadow rabbit on the basement wall. Later, tinned beans warmed over a fire made from a broken chair brought a faint smile to her tiny face. Eventually, she fell asleep as the single candle guttered, and I wondered what we would do tomorrow, a widower and a wordless orphan. As the dark closed in, I prayed that we’d dodge the monsters, and wished they’d never found our fragile world.