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.
