Kriss walked, gently led by her unknown helper. She had no way to know where she was heading but at least the man was not trying to molest her. Not yet at least. The past days had taught her that helpers were never helping for free.<br/><br/>After what seemed not too long a walk, even though it took her exhausted and ruined body an eternity to complete it, they entered and stopped into some place. She could feel the air "vibrating" around her as if she were surrounded by many persons. Some touched her but it was always a gentle, probing touch. Nothing rough. There was also a smell in the air that she knew. The sea air mixed with something coming from the trees... She was almost sure that she had been brought back to the Battery Fort.<br/><br/>If her jaws had not been dislocated, she would have smiled. She was safe at last. She would never be the same, but at least she was back home among friends. She would not die miserably in the streets. Exhausted but relieved, she slumped down and fell on her back, her yoke anchoring her to the ground. She wondered what the Batterists were thinking. They must be appalled by her state. Their anger was probably growing and the chief must be already planning a retaliatory raid. She hoped they would bring her some of the Patricks that had punished her like that. She would love squashing their nuts with her knees.