What does she look like now, my Charlie? I can't help wondering. Not for stupid sentimental reasons. Simply because I want to find her. And for this I need to imagine how she's grown. Forensic computer-aging imagery is such a wonderful thing. I scan what you looked like then, and add my assumptions — no, deductions ... because I know you so well. How you would wear your hair ... how the stress of hiding from me might keep you thin.... What do you look like now, my Charlie?