The last thing that Christine placed in her bag was Argent, so that he would be on top. Her mother braced herself as they bid each other goodbye and as she watched her daughter walk away with two strangers. She told herself that her daughter would be safe, that she was going away from the war and that was the best thing that could happen to her little girl. The moment they were out of sight and the door was closed, the reality of the silence of the house hit and tears jumped to her eyes.<br/><br/>~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br/><br/><br/>Christine followed along after the men, only glancing back at her mother once. Throughout the trip to the airport she hugged her bag close so that she could be closer to Argent and things from home. A small piece of her was excited. She had never been near planes before, and wondered what it would be like to fly.<br/><br/>The excitement died down part of the way through the flight. Soon after she had fallen asleep, curled up in the seat as best she could. She didn’t wake until the sun began to rise and the sound of the plane changed as it landed. Soon enough she was ushered off of the plan with her bag back in her arms. Curious, she looked around her to see if anything looked the same. A few things did. She only had time to note some of them when her attention was caught. There was an official looking lady coming towards them. If the lady wasn’t enough in and of herself, she was followed by men carrying guns. Suddenly Christine wondered if all of her fears that rose up when she was with Mother were right.