The Key to the IndianBook - 1998
Omri stared all around, feeling the beginnings of panic. "Dad!" he whispered as loudly as he dared...
There was no answer. Omri felt intensely vulnerable with no clothes on. Cold air embraced his skin from head to foot. He felt a sudden longing to go home. He hadn't reckoned on this--being separated from his dad, it being so dark and cold, so strange, so lonely.