"Simon, I don't want to go back to the city! It's scary there!" Marceline pleaded at me.
"I know darling. But we need to get you some food." I say quietly. The city is exactly how I remember it. Smoke lingers in the air, around the fallen buildings. Bombs that never went off in the streets. It was too dangerous here for a seven year old. I hold her close to me and we start walking down into the streets. We saw several buildings that hadn't fallen from the bombs, but I was looking for a grocery store, or an old apartment building even. I remembered the restraunt Betty and I would always go to. But I couldn't remember the name. The crown was making my memory cloudy, and there wasn't much I could remember.
"Simon, please put me down. I don't like being carried." Marcy said
"Marcy no, you won't be strong enough to walk all that way." I responded to her in the nicest way that I could. I hated hurting her feeling. I know she didn't want to be carried, and that it reminded her of her mother, but there was nothing I could do. She wouldn't be able to walk very far. About fifteen minutes later, we came across, what looked like and old cafe. I walk up to the door but it's locked. I laugh inside my head. Who would have time to lock their doors when bombs were exploding. It didn't make sense. But I found myself a decent-sized rock and threw it at the window. I climbed in with Marcy still in my arms, making sure her head didn't get cut on the broken glass.
"Remember what I told you Marceline?" I said to her, hoping she remembered.
"Yes, Simon. Vandalism is wrong." She said in a tired voice. I knew she was getting weaker. Maybe we would find food here.
