"No! I swear, it was right here. I had it right here with me!" Rue wailed at the attendant checking tickets. The young boy looked nervous as he tried to explain to her that she needed a ticket to board the tram. "But I had a ticket, I swear I did. I have a pass. I must have lost it in the museum. I mean, look at me!" Rue looked like a mess. Her black hair was out of its previous bun, strands falling into her face. Her cream colored clothes were in major disarray, her corset coming undone and her skirts torn and dirtied. The large tear up the right side of her leg revealed the skin underneath. She was missing one glove and her eyes were filled with unspent, frustrated tears. "How am I supposed to get home now?"