She's officially lost. Every time she follows the map, she ends up at the Empire State Building. With a sigh, she crumbles the map and throws it away, sitting down on a bench in front of a movie theater. She tucks a strand of brown hair behind her ear, her blue eyes looking around anxiously. I miss Korea, she thinks mournfully. She's wearing a blue summer dress that goes two inches past her knees. The crossing white lace is loosely tied together, exposing just a tad of her skin. Feeling insecure, she zips up her jacket.