"I don't like being in this place." Henry said gazing at the houses that were built upon the trees. "It's awfully quiet."
Valora had only noticed it when he said that. No birds were chirping, there was no noise from men, women or children; it was weird for children to be quiet. But then she remembered; the children that had seen those things will be quiet, just like the girls.
"No one invited you lot to be here," Daniel came to them. "It was the girls Carlos had called for."
"We can't just let them come alone." She hated his coming. "We don't even know who you people are."
"You will find out soon enough," he grinned. "Carlos is calling you to his place."
He led them to the middle of the encampment where the tallest oak around them stood. Atop it, resting on the canopies was a wooden structure that was less a house and more a prison cell. A hole on its side let light inside and the door was a brown curtain. A wooden ladder hung from above, made of dry logs and vines.
