Today I read from pages 33-37. Nothing much happened, except that the girl and the boy (who's names haven't yet appeared) have made it to there final destination. They were walking through the crowded city, her stomach rumbling at the smell of the sidewalk vendors who were selling popcorn and hotdogs. All they had was a nickle, and the little girl decided she needed luck more than money, so she tossed the nickle into a vast wishing well of unpromised wishes.