We find them by the side of the road and spend twenty minutes waiting. When their mother doesn’t appear, we try the cell phone to ask advice of Natural Resources, but there is no service in this foggy and hilly place. Are they orphaned, or lost, or merely delinquent?—there is no way of knowing. We have to drive to the next town before we get a signal. By the time we’re all back at this spot of highway, only our footprints and car tracks remain as evidence. There is of course is no sign of them except the terrible scent of uncertainty.