I run into the car as Selma makes sure we are not followed. I sit and wait, anxious for her to come, the quicker we get away the better. After two minutes and the smell of burning fire dying out she gets into the driver's seat. We speed of, neither of us says a word until we are on the highway.
"Where to?" I ask, looking at Selma's strained look and scrunched forehead, she looks at me for a second and then returns her gaze to the road, relaxing a bit.
"I was thinking an island, Where the Mogadorians can't find us" she says, I roll my eyes, the Mogs never found us, we move around every few months to make sure they can never track us. But she says it as if we've actually been attacked, which has never happened. I've seen them and what they can do, I saw one next to our building, probably looking for me. I quickly called Selma to show her, we left within the hour. That happened 3 moves ago, I haven't seen one since. I think she irrational but her worry keeps me on my toes. I train everyday, sometimes I wish I didn't have these problems, I worry less than Selma but when I see her worried eyes I understand why, I am Number One.