Seraina’s news did nothing to improve my disposition. Cabin fever and paranoia are real buzzkills. A change of scenery seemed to help whenever I’d...get in a funk. I glanced around our shelter; the tent sides sagged in rumpled creases, stray pine needles littered the plastic floor, and the place was a dump.“Screw it! Let’s get some sleep and see if we can kill something with legs for dinner in the morning.”I doused the light and rolled over and went to sleep. Eight hours of slumber would reset my. Sheila’s face seemed to light up at this. “I will then endeavor, to continue upon this line of reasoning for you, Doctor Gance. As I said I will do all I can to ensure your continued life and existence.”“Yes,” I said as I nodded to her. “I am still somewhat upset about that third law that you have instilled with in you. I am going to try and change it if possible.”Sheila nodded her head then seemed to be in thought a moment. “As I said before Doctor Gance you can attempt to, though as I said I. Suddenly my train of thought was interrupted as a shadow fell over my book. The guy I was fantasising about was standing in front of me asking me what the book was about. I was not prepared at all. I was in my work clothes which are not flattering my hair pinned up and zero make up on and id just worked five hours straight. FUCK thinking that I must look awful, I didn’t even look in a mirror before I left shit! I just sat staring at him wordless like an idiot he went to move I thought he was. Kirka took a deep breath and pulled it back before it closed, slipping inside and harnessing her ?lan, or trying to.Inside, she looked around in the way strangers do when they find themselves places they don't belong, confusedly. For most, this invites contempt, but for pretty teenagers it can be very charming. A girl whom Kirka knew slightly came over, greeting her with a smile and encompassing her with goodwill. 'Paul' was indeed present, and the Good Samaritan led Kirka in and around a.