I still can't explain how it happened. I didn't know where he'd gone that night. There were three roads he could have taken that led back to the house. Before I could think about it, I was dressed and going out the front door as if that had been the plan all along. The night air blew through the town as if it were immaterial, and in the distance I heard the roar of high winds. The silhouetted trees in the garden lurched and rustled, and behind them I could see the light still on in my parents' window. It didn't matter. I stepped out onto the dark street in search of Tetsuo. I turned down countless side streets, and as my breath got shorter, my rational questions —What am doing? Why does my brother need me to run through the night looking for him? —leached out into the darkness surrounding me, leaving behind only a frantic longing, like that of a lost child. It's almost like I'm in love, I thought, as I canvassed the blocks of our neighborhood.