Anna took the keys and opened her mouth to say something, but could not get it to come out before he was gone. She wasn't even able to process what he had said until she saw someone nearing the car. She rushed to find the lock button. As she sat there, more people came close to examine the car as well as her. She glared at them for a while before putting her hood up. She didn't want to see or be seen. She crawled into the middle of the car so to feel safer, away from the windows and doors. She felt her eyes were more open now than they ever had been. She lived in a<em>dangerous</em>neighborhood. Where<em>no one</em>could be trusted.<br/><br/>Had she really never asked her father to move somewhere else? Had she really never even<em>thought</em>to with all of this? Even with the way he treated her, had she really not told anyone what this was like? She hadn't broken down? Not a single time? Was that<em>really</em>what her father had done to her? She'd convinced herself things were all right. That everything was fine. That she was<em>blessed.</em>This could be<em>no blessing.</em>Being looked at like a starving, deprived man's last meal...<em>That wasn't right.</em>Not even in the<em>slightest.</em><br/><br/>It wasn't ever something she could help before. Now she felt protected. Though not so much as she would have liked, because she<em>chose</em>to come back here. She had begged for it even. What in heaven's name would have made her ask for to return to such a place?<br/><br/>Being confined in the small space of the car had her realizing how she was prone to claustrophobia. She wanted to get out and join James.<em>For better, or for worse.</em>People were in her way though, and she didn't feel as strong as she did when she was with him when she was there on her own. She tried to keep her tears at bay, but she didn't think she could last much longer cooped up in there. She stared at her home. Wishing she had the ability to see through the walls, to see what was going on. There was no telling really how long it would be. Time seemed all too infinite in that car when she had nothing to go by.<br/><br/>Her arms wrapped about her legs, she rocked back and forth anxiously. When she saw James finally showed himself, she about flew out the door. Slamming it after herself, she threw herself at James' side. She was attached to him for a moment before she pulled back. Dusting herself off and standing up straight she cleared her throat. Bringing the hood down from over her head she looked down to her father and her nose shriveled. The house reeked more than usual, if that was even possible.<br/><br/>Then she looked to Goose. She would have no real way of telling how much time had gone by, since she wasn't in possession of a watch. But she was more interested in what he would have to say. She eyed the papers in his hands and gave them a small touch before withdrawing her hand. They weren't hers to take. She needed to keep steady. Let things run their course.<br/><br/>She quivered and hid herself behind Goose however when she realized her father was getting up. He was unbound. Anna tensed as she felt she should go back to the security of the car. "W-why is he.. why did you let him..." She whimpered, she couldn't even say it. She looked to Goose and gave a small tug on his clothes. From where she stood, this was looking much worse than she had anticipated.