The other Streets (and Lanes and Drives) had names. Some had more than one name and they changed from time to time until the People came and said, "No more. Let a Name be a Name. Our Mortgage Company is confused." And one day someone said, "Let's send out seekers for the Lost Sign for the One Street for the new people and the new children. Then if they get lost they can find their Way and their lost cats and dogs can be returned unto them. Post ladies and gentlemen thought this was a good Plan. The people thought this was a good Plan. The Elders thought this was a good plan. So good in fact that they didn't have to make sure it would happen. They knew somehow the People would find a Way.
"Lo!" said the Master Builders. "Let the people read the signs in the sky and gather their wisdom from the trees. Look how the lichen grows differently to the North. Let the post ladies and gentlemen, the ambulances and the lost policemen divine their way home. Who knows? There may be strangers from the East following a star. Who cares? We have made our money so therefore let us depart to the Forest byways and bylaws. We do not need a Sign because who among us will look back on the new people, the new houses and the new People? We have found our Way and it leads to riches beyond the powers of our wildest imaginings. (Well, to Cinderford anyway.)"
And thus the Sign was hidden from view until the One, pure in heart and wise as the hills, came from the Site Manager's Office seeking to find it. After searching the new Streets, Ways, Drives, the new Houses and knocking on all the doors to the new people, the One came to a Skip. A star shone down on it as the dust cleared and it glistened. "I have found the Sign!" cried the One and the people came to see. The children danced in the Streets for they were not Lost any more. They had found the Way. They called an Elder to read the runes on the Sign. "But wait!" said the Elder. "This cannot be true. This is for another Street in another Universe. It is not here. We are Lost once more. Search for another Sign, children." And so, to this day, the children search in the rubble and the people say, "There is a Sign. Somewhere. We will find our Way."