At sunset hour his face was clouded by fear. Someone had returned early and he was no more home alone. His lips, painted in red, always having a way with words, were suddenly struck with silence. As his sister stood in the doorway, stunned for a second, she gathered herself quickly. "Hey, why don't you choose a different shade? Come, let's find the perfect red for you!" she said and her lips curled up to a smile, reaching up to her ears, and his heart.