In Ghost Stories I read about the kid Daniel writing a poem: I'm hiding. And no one will find me. I remember Holly telling about leaving the house in a heavy rain, walking on the streaming street that flowed to the river, thinking, No one will call me. No one will look for me. I hid many times with the same thoughts. I remember even when it was a game, hide and seek, feeling like no one will find me, they'll forget I'm hiding, and keep on playing.

 People say it's water under the bridge, but it's still the river.