She found the wounded swallow by the water, as it was trying to flap its wings back to life. Deep down she knew, the two of them were the same – flightless on a land that was not their home. The bird was shivering, and the girl breathed warm air into its lungs. It was no accident that two of them had met – she thought – it couldn’t have been. Hope filled her for the first time in a long while. The horizon was calling for them, and it was only a matter of days before they could answer its call.