Her voice was childlike, calling my name from across the bonfire, asking if I would take her to the sunshine. I got up from the fire and made my way to the looming iron gate. From beyond it, my name wavered across the wind. “Amanda, Amanda. I want to see my sunshine.” My feet crunched across the dead grass as I crossed the threshold, and she takes my hands and leads me away in a chorus of “You Are My Sunshine.” Summary from the beginning of the adventure