Emmie stands there yelling at the group of armoured men who ran over who look like some of the men who were helping us. I can't make out what they say but it looks like they are metal police officers who have come to help the people we were helping.
The place goes silent for a second while I stare at the little creatures Emmie was hurting. The green and red puddles glittering in the day light like dancing fireflies.
I hear the man talk to Emmie again but in a loud cold voice as he looks behind himself at a metal cage the size of a person before leading Emmie away.
Emmie makes sure I hear his whisper, "Stay with the woman we hired, treat her like a babysitter while I'm gone, don't forget that."
I stand there dazed as I'm unsure what to do with Emmie gone. I'm left sat on the cart with our money hidden in one place and our food put on top. The men who we hired seem a bit confused but stand up when Emmie talks to them and nod in reply.
Now everyone has stopped fighting and the small creatures have stopped moving. There are a few people in the group behind us who have started crying. Some of them are crying holding sleeping people and others are crying with others.
While I try to look at one of the small creatures I am distracted by one of the men we hired trying to now move the cart away from the area. Before we can even start moving another group, dressed in even shinier metal approach and start talking to the leader moving our cart.
After talking for a few minutes I'm taken with the cart in the same direction Emmie was.
We arrive at two large houses stood next to each other. The cart I'm still sat on gets taken around behind the smaller house of the two. Only one of the people Emmie hired is still here, the woman who was followed by the 8 other people. The other group walked away while we were moving here.
"Boyoma?" I try to remember the woman's name and try calling her it only to get a shake of the head.
"Bi ma ya." she spells out slowly to help me pronounce it making sure I'm watching as she says it. She then gestures towards me as if to get me to try again.
"Beemaya" I try my hardest but it doesn't sound right. She does smile and shrug when I attempt to get it right, so I decide to call her Bee.
Bee reaches to lift me down from the cart, helping me stand up while my legs wake up. She nods as I look up at her with a faint smile.
Holding my hand she leads me indoors towards a large table with different foods put out on it. There are some people stood around the outside of the table against the wall who look like those maids Emmie kept reading about. Bee helps me sit in one of the chairs near the door at the end of the table and she sits on the side.
Plates are put out in front of us as i stare at the different colours of food on the table prepared as if for me. Bee looks at me again while gesturing in the direction of some of the plates. I think she is asking me to pick.
I point at one of the fish-like foods and then at one of the plates with some kind of bacon before pointing at what looks to be an orange coloured apple. Bee gestures at one of the maids to help before pointing out her own foods.
I can't help but stare at how Bee reminds me of those posh people I saw on TV, she seems almost too comfortable with being here.
Distracted by the food being placed in front of me I start eating. The fish tastes slightly rubbery while the bacon has the taste of salt and fat making me drool. I try to get Bees attention by pointing at the bacon again and one of the maids helps bring the plate over to add more to the dish in front of me.
Bee points at the bacon and starts sounding out a name, "Tsuta eroli."
After I finish off as much bacon as they are going to give me, I start taking a bite into the apple before realising how sour it is making me bite my tongue. Bee laughing as she watches me eat it. After a few bites of trying not to waste the apple I can feel my mouth stinging and decide to leave the apple on the plate before grabbing one of the nearby drinks of water.
After food, Bee tries to take me to what seems to be a bedroom, the room is really big and has a few paintings on the wall which I don't understand. She gestures at what looks to be the bath and drags me there. I feel like I've been camping for a month so I don't refuse but I have no way to say that I'm fine alone so in the end I get help before one of the maids brings in some pyjamas for me to wear.
I don't want to sleep without knowing where Emmie is, I'm worried about where he went to and what is happening to him. Back home he would lock me in the house at night sometimes while he went out but I'm not sure if he will come back this time.
I used to cry when Emmie left the house overnight, he always looked worried or upset but kept smiling at me, telling me it would be fine and that he would come back quickly. A few times he sent over a babysitter who he knew from when he used to go to the school I went too. Only after I get sleepy from being upset do I fall asleep in a bed too large for me, alone in the huge dark room.