Everything happens at once in therapy, but it takes a long time to unfold—so it sometimes feels. Penelope's (Penny's) impact was immediate: shock waves, quivering densities in my chest, tendrils of many changing colours spreading through my shoulders, in my skin, mixing joy with fear. It was an impact I could draw on, return to, find new things in, a Penny spark lighting life—fighting for life. Could she feel it? It was, I came to know, her very own spark searching for her. There are so many wandering sparks searching for lives to ignite. How lucky we are when we help the right spark and life find each other.