She must have dozed off as she lay in bed, plotting their possible escape. But she was nowhere near anything plausible as far as she could remember.
She woke up from a dream, abruptly making her check her surrounding. She was still alone, and the pitch-black darkness of the sky outside her window still indicated that it was late in the evening.
It would probably rain, she thought, since she had hardly seen a star up in the vast sky. She could still hear some voices outside, but not as loud as before. It was as if they were keeping their noises down to avoid catching anyone's attention.
"We need to get out of here." She mumbled to the air around her.
She was not raised to be a religious person. She never did hear her father talk about believing in anything that could not be seen by the human eye.
