We open on in a German train car. We see a girl, around the age of 5, laying on a pile of hay. Up against a 3 crate high stack. Her hands and feet are bound in rope, and she appears to be deep in thought. We hear a door open and she snaps out of her trance. She sits up and looks at the door. In the doorway, we see a German soldier around the age of 19. "We'll be arriving at our destination within the next few days." He says, trying to look as professional as possible, standing with as much posture as he can muster.
"If you don't mind me asking, what will happen to me there?" The girl says with not an ounce of fear in her delft china blue eyes. Which to say the least, surprises the soldier. "If I knew, I'd tell you." He responds, with a "highly authoritative," voice.
"I doubt it. Whether it be to keep me calm or because you think I'm a stupid little girl, you'd probably dumb it down. Everyone else I've spoken to has, after all." The girl says as she looks away, once again surprising the soldier.
"I'd never dream of it. You seem to be quite smart." The soldier replies while a smile creeps onto his previously stern face. "That's because I am." The girl retorts, still not looking at the soldier. "But answer me this, theoretically of course. Let's say you did know, and I was just a normal 5½-year-old girl, would you dumb it down?"
"Do you not trust my word?" The soldier asks, crossing his arms. Becoming quite amused with this little girl. "Not really, no." The girl says, turning back around with a smile on her small face. The soldier acts to be extremely offended. "How dare you! I'm a soldier! My word is always to be trusted!" He says while still smiling. "If you say so." She says, rolling her eyes.
"By the way, would you care to tell me your name?" She asks, cocking her head, slightly resembling a little dog. "It's Henry, and who might you be little lady?" Henry asks, while mock bowing to the little girl. "It's nice to meet you, Henry. My name is Rose." She says, nodding her head in return.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Rose. Tell me, how did a darling little girl, such as yourself, end up on this train?" The soldier asked with interest. "Don't tell me it was your sassiness." He said with a smirk.
"Ha ha, but honestly, it's mostly a blur, Henry. But if you'd like, sit, and I'll tell you what I do remember." Rose replied, pointing at the crate across from her. "You know what, Rose? I'd love too." The soldier known as Henry replied. He sat down on the crate, and the girl began her story.
