Celest gives me an icy stare from across the table. Her eyes seem to speak an unspoken threat. I break the glance and look at my food. The aroma entices me to eat, but I feel Celest gaze upon me, and I feel as though I may barf at any time. I look around the table for comferting eyes, and settle upon Maxons. He gives me a comferting smile, and beckons me to eat. I shake my head but smile at him anyways. His eyes fill with worry as he mouths "Are you alright?" I smile and mouth "Yeah I am okay." He looks at me in disbelief but keeps on eating.

"MAXON!" I shout, my eyelids flashing open. I look around the dark room, and immediatly to my clock. 6:30. CRAP! I gotta make breakfast for London! I roll out of bed, and trample into the kitchen. Its small kitchen with an oven and a sink and a small two person table. Past that is London's bedroom. Which is small also, with a small hay bed in the corner and a chair with a couple of music books stacked onto it. I burst into her room,"Why didn't you wake me u- London?" I say relising her bed is epty. Panick swells withing me. I rush into the kitchen once more, but this time a not catches my eye. It reads: Dear Mom, By now its probably 6:30 and your wondering why I didn't wake you up. Well ... I am probably on the boat to Illea by now. Mom, I think I am old enough to find out who my dad is. To see him. You would never understand. It feels like part of me is missing. Well by now, I need to pack. I love you mom, with all my heart. Sincerly, London By now the slow and steady stream of tears, has turned into a river. How could I let this happen? She could get killed by the gaurd! She is probably alone, and cold. I wipe my tears and stand up. The next shipment of soldures to help with the resistance is heading out in two weeks. I am coming London, to save you from the same hurt that I did.

(Londons POV) The sun shines brightly into my eyes. Wait the sun? My eyes flutter open, and a pair of eyes stares down at me. "Who are you and what are you doing on my ship?"