<span style="font-style: italic">"Keyan, that..that's Kov's symbol.." </span><br/><br/>Ali snapped back to reality in an instant. If anyone had studied her face closely, it would appear that she would be literally burning with fire and rage.<br/><br/>That man...<br/><br/>That heartless man...<br/><br/>He killed her. He killed her baby! Everything would have been just fine-just freaking dandy if he hadn't taken suspicion over the marks of sacrifice. They didn't mean anything! They weren't evil! There was no way her precious Abigail could have been evil when she hadn't even learned her first word! Why would-<br/><br/>She looked up. Sammi was walking away.<br/><br/>Oh yeah, didn't she mention something about asking her for help? What for?<br/><br/>She scurried by her side, lifting the skirt of her faded dress and followed. She hadn't realized it until now that Sammi had taken the hare from her arms.<br/><br/>"What must I do?" she asked her.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Cairo gently tapped Keyan's shoulder while he continued to shake and flip the eggs in the pan with one hand. She seemed to be in quite a distant phase.<br/><br/>"Hey, Keyan!" he shouted, "Something wrong?" He placed the pan onto the ground momentarily and grasped Keyan's shoulders, holding her down. "You're making these weird faces. Are you sick too? Ah, I hope there's no sickness going around. Maybe all you need is a little breakfast and-" A reminder went off.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Oh yeah, I'm supposed to be working on food... right...'</span>he thought, picking up the pan again. He looked back at Keyan from over by the fire.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>'Man, what's gotten into her? All Sammi said was something about Krov.'</span>His face fell.<span style="font-style: italic">'Oh...right... It's <span style="font-weight: bold">that</span> guy.' </span><br/><br/>Truthfully, as much as he tried to hate Krov like the others did, he couldn't. Sure, he was obviously pretty twisted and messed up, but so were the people who turned him in. What about honor with your co-workers-your friends? The minute those cops rushed in... he had been completely alone again.<br/><br/>He shook his head. It was best not to think about that day.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>'Man, I should've asked Sammi when to stop cooking. I was never good at this.'</span>