Disclaimer: See Chapter One.
A/N: Two new followers! Big, big thanks to everyone who is (hopefully) sticking this through to the end with me. Just a short little chapter here. It may or may not answer some of your questions. (I'm still trying to set this up, so please be patient!) I would also like to know if anyone would be interested in me posting some 'deleted scenes' if you will, from the original draft of Universe, I have quite a few.
I don't know when I'll be posting next, because school just started. I promise to try and get at least one more chapter up by the end of the week!
Chapter Four
Several hours later, we arrive in the town square. It's crowded with people shopping and eating.
"Hungry, MiMi!" Shoshana exclaims as I guide her towards a shady tree to take a quick break. I reach into the sack and retrieve two protein bars.
The smell of warm bread fills my nose as I eat the dry and flavorless bar. Suddenly, I am jolted back to reality by a young man tapping me on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, miss, but would you care to try our new bread?" He asks, pushing a tray of sliced bread in my face from behind.
"Umm, sure." I reply, taking one of the slices.
He stares at me expectantly as I rip the bread in half, giving the other piece to Shoshana, before ripping off another piece and putting in my mouth.
"Wow, this is really good, thank you." I say, trying to avert his gaze by staring back at the tray of bread.
"It's almond and cranberry. My grandfather just found the recipe in a bag of old documents... Would you like another piece?" He asks, waving the tray in front of me again.
"No. Thank you."
"Well, can I at least point you towards the bakery?" He indicates a historic building on the other side of the street. "Best pumpernickel in town!"
"Lovely, thanks. We, uh... had best be going." I give him a quick wave and pack the other half of my protein bar back into the bag.
"Peter!" Someone calls from the bakery
"That's my granddad. I'd best be going. Cheers!" He dashes off.
"Cheers." I reply flatly.
As we stand up I realize a very dire fact: I have no idea where we're going.
I suppose we could ask someone about Utopia Planetia, or about B. Torres, but I don't think we don't have a lot of time.
I once watched a girl escape from the orphanage. She was cunning and quick, but they caught her. I watched her run across the courtyard and out the gate. Two days later, I saw the guards bringing her back across the courtyard. I haven't seen her since.
I decide that we should find shelter somewhere away from prying eyes and come up with a plan. We need to be out of the area by tomorrow. I don't know how far that girl got, but she probably didn't even make it to the city limits.
Shoshana is looking at me impatiently, obviously eager to get moving.
"Okay," I say finally "Let's go."
We start to head off in the opposite direction we had come from, walking quickly, but not quickly enough to arouse suspicion. I want to put as much distance as I can between us and that orphanage.