Dana looked into the eastern sky and watched the full moon rise into the brisk November air. She couldn’t see her breath, but a chill ran down her spine. She closed her eyes and remembered a November night seven years before.

“I want to see them. Are they there? Are they dancing around the moon?”

“The Seven Sisters don’t dance around the moon, silly.” Her mother had said. " They rise together and stand there very reverently, like they are waiting to hear the National Anthem played."

Dana looked hopefully upward. Her words intense for ten years old. “If you wish upon seven stars, does it make a wish stronger?”

Her mother’s gaze was on the moon and the Pleiades. Her arms were tight around her sweater. Upon realizing what her daughter had asked, her eyes fell to her side and her arms reached out to Dana. “Yes. Seven stars make a wish stronger.”

“Then I wish with all my heart that they find those college girls, the three softball players who went out stargazing and got lost.”

And so, they did.