That Question Again...

Reeter stared at the picture for a few moments, chewing her lip and trying to think of a plan.

A little bit difficult when she had no idea how that picture had got there in the first place.

It was time to ask that question again. And, this time, she would get an answer. They wouldn't stand a chance if she didn't know.

"Let's go and find a place to hide for a bit," said Reeter, instantly taking charge of the situation. "When we're safe we'll think about what to do next. Alright? Okay, let's go."

Taking the ashen-pale Omelia's hand in her dark one, Reeter lead her through the streets, looking for a suitable hiding place and at the same time keeping an eye out for anyone who could be dangerous.

Her experiences over the past two days had told her that much.

She'd have to tell Omelia about that when they'd found a place to stay. Perhaps she could use her own information to persuade an explanation out of Omelia. If they ever got that far.

Eventually they found a suitable location, a derelict slum building at the end of a back-road. Peering momentarily around the door, Reeter declared the coast as clear and darted inside, Omelia following.

Pushing the door closed behind her, Reeter took a deep breath and turned to Omelia.

"Alright. We need to straighten this out. We can't be keeping secrets from each other any more. I know it's hard for you, but we need to work together if we're going to get out of this mess." she smiled sheepishly, "I'll tell you about me if you tell me about you. What do you say?"

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