Bab 57: Chapter 57

Hours later, my door swings open and George walks in, smiling grimly.

"Good morning..." he surveys my cross-legged form, "or not. Did you have a bad dream or something?"

"I just couldn't sleep last night," I slide out of the bed, looking into the mirror.

I pull my incredibly long ruby red hair into a ponytail, and turn to face him.

"I just found out who was stealing my socks every day," I say dryly.

He laughs, a genuine grin dancing across his features.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you about that."

"Well, anyways..." I stare at him, "what do you want?"

"For you to get ready," he says, "we will leave in a couple of hours."

He holds out a small drawstring bag, printed with the word Moonlight.

"Where are we going?"

I inquire wonderingly.

"We will probably, if we avoid capture at all, be in hiding for a very long time."

It is then that I realize just how serious our situation is.

"I'll get ready," I take a step back and sit back down on the plump mattress, dazed.