They worked in afternoons under the humming refrigerator light, tracing paper maps that folded into pockets and apartments and memories. Saffron drew gardens in delicate ink. The teenager mapped where he felt safest at night. The baker annotated where his yeast was happiest. Miri photocopied the map and secretly slipped copies into city meeting folders, into library book sleeves, and into the hands of anyone who wanted to carry one folded like a talisman.