The ghost of the past...

She spots the little girl crying, alone on the park bench. Her heart lurches. She looks so vulnerable. She approaches and crouch beside her, asking her what is the matter.
She got lost, she says.
'I'll help you find your way home', she promises, taking her hand in hers, but it goes through her. She looks at her more closely. She looks familiar. She looks again and now, she knows her. She is her, twenty years ago, when she got lost in the park. Before the bad people took her. And suddenly, alone again, she cries for her stolen innocence.