<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=86983.msg3848295#msg3848295">Quote from: toysintheattic on November 02, 2010, 10:22:22 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kayla listened intently to the words the man spoke. She found it odd that she was wondering what his name was, where he had come from, and why it seemed to be only him and Kayla that the child effected so. Kayla ground her fingernails into her hands, cursing the sky above and the ground below. What in the hell did this mean? Why couldn't she calm her mind, rest easy, and be assured that everything would play out the way it should without effecting her much? <br/><br/>Shaun Poe spoke to Kayla, but she was too absorbed in her own anxiety to comprehend what he was saying at first. She barely noticed her face was twisted into an ugly grimace. She came to her senses for the last part.<br/><br/>"I tell you what, Kayla. My wife is going to try to interview the older girl after this meeting. The younger is still in the hospital."<br/>Kayla's heart twinged painfully at this, and she was thrown once again into anxiety and confusion.<br/><br/>"You have some experience dealing with this age group, thanks to your time down at the school. Would you like to tag along? Maybe get to the bottom of this? Honestly, if we can't figure this out, I don't see any way to not throw them in the lock-up."<br/><br/>Kayla's nerves rang sharply at this last part. She quickly replied, speaking in a hurried tone that was very unlike her usual cold, calculated voice.<br/><br/>"I will gladly interview the older girl, Shaun. To be blunt, however, I care not for her fate. Throw her in lock-up if you will, but the small child will neither be harmed or moved until she has recovered from whatever it is that ails her. I agree with the man that just spoke, though I do not know him. The child is a vital part to this mystery, and we haven't even scratched the surface of the true meaning behind all of this. Things are changing, and rapidly. I am not standing here saying I will join forces with anyone, that is not in my nature. I am saying that we must not be fools!!! This event means more than anyone is admitting to themselves. We all fear our way of life changing, but it has already been altered! Things have been set into motion that we have no control over."<br/><br/>And with this, Kayla turned from Shaun and sat down, keeping her cold grey eyes fixed on the floor. A steely silence followed her words. Kayla didn't even know why she said the last few things...she had no idea what was happening any more than the others. It seemed that the words flew out of her, but she knew that she uttered no falsehoods. Things were changing.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Shaun drew her aside, using all of his charm to just get her to budge from the seat, though she looked far from happy to be doing so. As he dragged her into the back hall of the building, he leaned in close.<br/><br/>"Listen. We need to know their story. The thing is, the younger one is sick, but we can't tell with what. And the older girl won't speak to anyone, has clammed right up. If we don't get her to talk, the younger one's going to die, I fear."<br/><br/>+++++<br/><br/>Which is how she found herself sitting opposite the teenaged girl near a jail cell. The girl brushed her long, greasy black hair from her eyes. It was evident this girl would have been quite a beauty in the time before. But now, here ... she was clearly someone who'd spent some significant amount of time worrying about her younger sister.<br/><br/>Trish started in. "We'd just like to know ..."<br/><br/>The girl stared right at Kayla. "Her. I'll talk to her. What does SHE want to know?"<br/><br/>Before Kayla could even begin to formulate a question, the girl spoke again. "Name's Abigail. I'll answer three questions, but only three. And I need to know them all upfront. Sorry. Been burned too much by fake kindnesses in the last few years."<br/><br/>The girl checked the clock on the wall. "You have 30 seconds."