Liesel was, in all sorts, a wreck.
In a matter of less than a day, everything precious to her had been blown away and out of her grasp.
Almost everything.
A mere three hours previously, a certain girl asked a certain boy to sneak into her basement-there was something she had to show him. A simple favour can save a life, you know.
As Liesel and Rudy were helped out of the wreckage, it quickly dawned on them that their time on Himmel Street had been spent. Liesel sobbed hard into Rudy's shoulder, and dropped two of the books the has been carrying at their feet.
Rudy's eyes hardened in hate and disgust. His family was dead. He knew. All thanks to those damn foreigners.
Suddenly the wind picked up, and there was a strange noise that filled their ears. Liesel clutched Rudy tighter and looked around, not in fear, but tense anticipation. A blue phone box materialised in front of them. The wind died down abruptly.
"Liesel?"
"Yeah?"
"I think we're dreaming."
