"Where are you going," She demanded slamming her fist on the table toppling over a glass of milk. I sigh I was hoping toavoid this. This was going to get ugly. "Back to Ba Sing Se." "WHY!" She screamed. I toss a rag over the spilled milk, dabbing it up. "WHY!" she screams again. I gaze back at her, then dig my hand into my pocket. Pulling out a folded piece of paper. I slowly unfold it and hand it to her. "A flyer for a saloon." The flyer had a picture of an old dance hall and a lady in a Can-Can dress on the front. "YOU'RE GOING BACK TO BA SING SE FOR A STUPID SALOON!!!" Smellerbee was raving now. I sighed; I was going to have to tell her the whole story. There was no way I was going to keep her following me now. "That woman in the picture is my mother." The flyer drifts to the floor, as Smellerbee stares at me in wide-eyed disbelief. A gust of angry winds busts in threw the open door and windows like some kind of avenging spirit leaving us in noisy silence.