Anisa and her mother stand at the owl center's entrance. Both casually studying a nearby freezer full of ice lollies, while waiting for their tickets. Their eyes meet and they grin at each other. Her mother is rummaging about for caramel cornetto. When the sales attendant, Rachel, waves anisa over. Is that your mother, Alisa? Whispers, Rachel. Anissa goes very still for a moment as she nods and Rachel beams, I thought so. You have precisely the same smile. Anissa blushes and looks down suddenly shy. Her mother pays for their tickets and ice cream and together they move toward the exit