"I reached up, running my finger down the thin silver chain around my neck until my fingers hit the familiar shape there at its center.  All day long I'd been pressing it against my chest as I traced the outline I knew by heart: the rounded top, the smooth edge on one side, the series of jagged bumps on the other... I'd just lifted it up gently, reassurred to see that the outline of that key remained on my skin, the one that fit the door to everhthing I'd left behind. "(16-17)