They drove another fifty yards and parked, then got out of the car. A young woman was nearby, and Sonja called to her. The woman, a pretty redhead about twenty, walked to them.

"Welcome to Chrysalis. I'm Rose," she said giving each a sincere hug.

"I'm Sonja and this is my son Michael. Can you tell me where I can find Honeysuckle?"

"Sure, I'll walk you to her house," Rose said, turning toward the east. "Have you been here before?"

"Many years ago," Sonja said. "Michael's never been here."

As they walked, Rose gave them a quick tour. "This is the central area where most of us live. Honey lives...