"New York," he says suddenly, the thought occurring to him seemingly from nowhere. "They went to New York. My father's there. He must have sent for them."

But if that's the case, where had the crying come from? And why does the apartment smell like freshly baked bread, as though someone had been there minutes before? They must have left in a hurry. They must have forgotten to bring him along, since he'd been lost in the woods.