I didn't get to say goodbye. I climbed into the car and left. Ben, Radar, and I then rode in a plane to a place called Jefferson Park. There, I would finally meet my birth father.

It was five hours.

At Jefferson Park, people stare at me like they're seeing a ghost. Ben and Radar tell me I'm the living ghost of my mother. Ben and Radar take me to a house. They tell me to wait outside for a moment. I hear people say,

"That girl looks just like Margo Roth Spiegelman."

"Is she, like, her daughter, or something?"

"No, Margo is dead!"

"What if?"

Finally, Ben and Radar pull me inside the house. I see a man at the desk. He looks up at me. He's got dark brown hair, and brown eyes.

"Margo?" It's the first thing he says. "Oh, it's not Margo." I know this is my father. It has to be. "Wait. That looks like Margo. Who is that? You guys are scaring me."

"Uh, Hi." I say.

"It even sounds like her. Who is this?"

"Margo Roth Spiegelman's daughter. I'm your daughter too."

"No. She couldn't have gotten pregnant. She's dead. Or she's the reason for her disappearance. Holy shit. I'm a freaking father. What's your name?"

"August Mason Spiegelman."

"Oh. Typical. Boy names. Uh, how old are you?"

"Ten."

"You look just like your mother. I remember. Ten years ago. Disappeared without a trace."