“To feel that way about a person; to search until you can search no more, until even the place that should be searched is gone; to go from the frantic madness of possibility and panic to the futility of knowing, deep down, that the chances of finding that person had dwindled away to a shred of a half-chance in a million; to finally sink into dumb acceptance that there was now an ever-changing, unforgiving wall of water between you and that beloved person...”