The car idled at the end of the line. Traffic hadn't moved in more than 20 minutes. She was getting more and more nervous. How would she ever make her flight if they didn't get through soon. She got out of the car and walkd a head a little. what was going on that was keeping traffic tied up. she walked a little further. she saw the crowd of people gathered in the street. The worried faces, the mumbling of low voices. In the middle of all this sat a little girl. She couldn't be more than 2 years old, surely not yet 3. Her long blond hair hung lankily down her back marking her alieness from the throng of concerned people around her, who were all afraid to touch her. Next to the girl was a suitecase, large and red, and a small yellow back pack with red and blue butterflies. How odd it all seemed. There was no mother, no father, noone claiming the girl.