<span style="color: #0040FF"> Audriana shouted to the troupe. "You heard him! No dawdling move out NOW! Let's go! If you fall behind you're left behind they are out for blood and I won't risk everyone's lives because a couple lolligaggers!" She then looked to Raze. Thank you, you can climb aboard my wagon and help me lead the way since Crowley will have to catch up. She looked in the direction the woman went, "she'll be back." And finally she looked back to the masked man. "I do not know where you come from and I don't like your presence right now but you may climb aboard another wagon and join us, we will chat later." She went to walk away then turned around. "Oh and one more thing, only friends call me Audri. Keep in your place."<br/><br/>She arrived at her wagon and made sure the door was locked tight and climbed up to the reins. She led the horses to the center of the circle in the direction they would be leaving and halted, waiting for the caravan troupe to begin their line to trail behind. "Hey!" She called to raise. "If you're coming you will be here with me. Hurry up I'm in lead here!" She glanced behind and searched for the proximity for the mob. "If only we had something to cloak us." She mumbled under her breath. </span><br/><br/>*************************************<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000"> She had no choice but to stay behind him. With her ankle she couldn't really move anywhere else. They were facing the direction of someone traveling towards them, but she sensed the traveler was alone. That didn't calm her so she strained her mind in other directions and then she found it. Thoughts of distress. An entire group in distress, she listened. <span style="font-style: italic">"What will we do?" "Where are they coming from?" "Where are we going?" "Will they kill us if they catch us?" "Why do we have to be different?" "I can't let them die."</span> All these thoughts echoed in her head. What was going on with these people and where were they? Different. They were different too.<br/><br/>Maybe they could help her and Brian. She needed to calm herself down, it was hard but she did it. She looked around her perimeter to see what she could use and saw a tree with withered bark and branches, a stick, and a lot of wet grass. She concentrated extremely hard and allowed her mind to do the work. She peeled away the park and gathered some grass. She mashed the grass with rocks and then using the stick she would scrape the mashed grass onto the bark. Her own distress message. <span style="font-style: italic">Help us.</span> She wrote. <span style="font-style: italic">We are like you. We have no where to go.</span> And with that she sent it on it's way, floating in the night sky towards the other distress calls. She felt someone grab hold of her message, someone who cared. And then, she passed out. </span>