Flickering in the dark, the fireflies flew around surrounding the newly washed black fringed tablecloth. They swarmed around, and lit up the table, revealing the half eaten uncapped jar of strawberry jam sitting there. An empty plate with a used metal fork on it sat longingly waiting for someone to come get it. Evidently, the diner had eaten eggs for her meal. The moon had abruptly pushed its way through the clouds and illuminated the whole table and a doll carefully crafted out of cloth finally saw light for the first time in a week. Where had her owner go?