"I'm telling you, there's something wrong with this forest." Andrew shudders as a purple squirrel crosses the path. "You saw that, right? If you look on the Internet you can see squirrels are supposed to be gray or brown. The craziest ones are red. That thing was straight-up purple."

"Relax, would ya? The Internet is full of lies, you know that." His older brother Mark bumps him playfully, then thinks for a second. "Wait, how'd you even get on there? And why?"

"Well..." Andrew scuffs his foot in the dirt. He doesn't want to explain. "I guess I was curious?"

"What about?" Mark's frowning, concerned now. "What do they have on there that Mom and Dad can't explain to you?"

Andrew's not going to explain. "They know what color a squirrel's supposed to be, for one thing," he snaps. "Do you ever think it's weird that we don't leave? Like, in the movies we watched when we were kids the people were going places. We don't!"

"Oh," Mark says softly. "I see it now."

"See what?"

"Luce," he says softly, gently, "Do you want to be a missionary?"