She walked the course she often trod alone,
Perceiving little more than faceless crowd.
A shadow trailed beyond her body’s own,
As silent as the roiling mass were loud.
“Wil,” it spoke, out from obscurity.
Its target jumped and yelped in real surprise.
“It’s me,” Hope said, unnecessarily.
As Wil saw, true, Hope’s smiling face and eyes.
“I know you have but little time,” Hope said,
She turned and walked along the hall with Wil,
Matching Wil in gait, balance, and tread,
Causing Wil to marvel at such skill.
They reached Wil’s locker ere she e’en knew it.
She spun the combination absently.
The presence of Hope flustered her a bit,
Although, Wil thought, she should feel diff’rently.
“I’ve had two thoughts about your case,” said Hope.
Wil glanced at her, up from the task at hand.
She tried to meet Hope’s gaze, while fingers groped
And dial turned; its tri-code numbers scanned.
“The first I recommend is just to wait,”
Hope said, “Although that may be hard to do.”
Wil’s face showed doubt and restlessness innate;
Her patience never lasted long, she knew.
“I find my parents tell me what I seek,
When given time enough to organize,”
Hope said. The locker opened with a creak,
And Wil withdrew her backpack, books, supplies.
“The second, if you’re sure you want to look,”
Continued quiet girl with piercing glance,
“Is think where you hide what you don’t want took:
Beneath a pillow, bed; or drawers, by chance?”
Wil nodded, then asked anxiously, “Oh, but-
How do I move, and not make so much sound?”
“Well,” Hope thought, “Just try to sneak somewhat,
And, use distracting noises all around.”
So speaking, shadow nodded once, then left,
Melting subtly as she had advised
Among the crowds. So, leaving Wil to theft
Or patient wait -whate’er she would devise.