I gaped at Gabriel as he looked around at the gathered people, clearly nervous, but holding his place as he waited for me to respond. I drew a breath while the leader of the remains of her race stumbled and fell with a wail of despair.
"Gabriel." I skirted the others who shuffled forward toward the now empty car, coming to my son's side. My hands gripped his upper arms a little tighter than I intended and I shook him, ever so softly. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see." His whisper told me he regretted his decision. "What happened here?"
I released my grip on him, turned him around, began to leave. We had to go, quickly, before the leader and her people came after us. Not that I was worried we'd be harmed, but because I could barely deal with them myself, let alone protect Gabriel from the loss of this place.
"Please, wait!" Her cry made me stop, turn slowly, painfully. She came to me, hands grasping at me. "He said he'd release us."