
((Should we move to the streets?))

Cally walked outside, glancing around. She started to walk towards her house.

Cally sighed. It was better this way anyways. He hated the resistance and she was part of it.

Cally blew out an irritated breath. "Okay."

Cally shook her head. "Really, I'll be fine."

Cally thought about it. There had been a officer in her bakery, so they were probably waiting for her at her house. "No thanks."

"Not really," Cally said, smiling back at him.

Cally didn't say anything else. She wondered if Markus's sister really had died, or if she was alive somewhere.

Cally nodded again. "Were you there? When she died?"

Cally nodded. "So you never found her?"

Cally sat down next to him, ready to listen. She looked expectantly at Markus.

"Had?" Cally asked. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want."

"What about you?" Cally asked. "Wait, let me guess. Lots and lots of siblings?"

Cally shrugged. "Sometimes."

"No," Cally said. "Just me."

"Nineteen," Cally said. "You?"

"No, it's not your fault," Cally said, fixing herself.

Cally stumbled in her dancing. "Um."