Emma swallowed her spittle as she heard the girl's so confident statement. The little girl could make her go with her, through any means possible. She didn't want to test that, already having a feeling that she wouldn't like it in the long run.
She looked at her both sides, the right first, then to the left, to the extent where Clem and Shane laid in heaps.
They were balled in a fetal position.
Had the girl given them a dose of invisible sleeping pills?
From her point, they looked so deep in sleep, so peaceful, without a care in the world.
They couldn't help her.
Shifting her gaze to the little girl, who seemed to have followed the train of her eyes to her two friends; she asked:
"Would they be okay?"
"Yeah, they will be. You don't have to worry about them." The girl replied.
