'Why is she back so soon?' Sarah asked, looking at me.
'I don't know.'
Alistair shrugged. 'Maybe she's running from someone on the surface?'
'The Violet I know wouldn't flee from-' She's not the Violet I knew. 'It must be Asher.'
Sarah ran out the door. 'We've got enough problems without your friends making everything worse.'
'Oh, I'm sorry. We can leave if you like.'
'No,' Sarah grimaced. 'It's just; there aren't many of us left.'
As soon as she'd said it, five children came running through the door with an older lady herding them from the back, though her walking stick kept getting stuck in the soil as she moved. Even her legs were buckling as she fought against the blowing gale, and whenever she went to shout something, she'd get a mouthful of sand.
