Rapunzel and Hansel and Gretel

My three children are waiting for me.

Far away in a stony castle, Rapunzel checks her web site. Her long, red hair streams in the fresh breeze that blows in from the tall tower window. As she looks out into the distance she wonders what is up with Poppo and when will he bring it on home.
Meanwhile, blonde Hansel and golden Gretel walk hand in hand, following their trail of breadcrumbs. In the woods, they know, is a gumdrop cottage, sweet and pretty but hardly an answer to what nags their wondering thoughts. Where is the daddy, they say to themselves, and why is he still so out there. Is he just lost in the woods?
Maybe we'll find him along the trail.
Rapunzel peers off into the distance and sees the two little figures nibbling on the gingerbread doorjamb. From high above she sees clearly, the path connects them and lo!, a licorice roadmap guides the way. In a burst of joy she realizes that we'll all reunite soon.
No one is lost, everyone is secure, no one is coming to save us. There is only one road home and the path is clear.