I wake up in a box. My legs are cramped together and I think I have a splinter on my knee. My fluffy, pink skirt is ripped. I miss Lucy, and Gru, and my sisters. If Gru saw my ripped skirt, he would scream. If Lucy saw my ripped skirt, she would buy me a new one. If my sisters saw my ripped skirt, they would slowly back away and pretend they don't know me. WHERE ARE THEY? I snuggle against the wall of the box and whimper. "Agnes?" I look left and right, all I see are other boxes, and a hole in my box. A hole! I look out the hole and see a large, brown eye staring back at me from another hole in another box. "Margo? Margo!" "Agnes! It's gonna be alright. Edith and Lucy are in a box somewhere around here as well, but Gru is coming or us, you got that?" I shake my head vigorously. "Agnes! Is that a rip in your skirt?" I look down at my torn skirt then back up through the hole. "You can see it through that tiny hole?" Margo giggles. "You ARE okay, though, right?" I nod my head vigorously once again. "The ninjas are magical!" I shout, clapping. "What?!" "Well, they knew that I was lying when I told them that I didn't know where Gru was. How'd they know that if they don't have super magical powers?" "Agnes, you didn't actually say that too them, right?" "What?" "That you think they have magical powers?" "SUPER magical powers, and yes, I did." She groans then giggles once more. "I'm just glad you're okay." "Why are we in boxes?" "The ninjas don't need us anymore, so they're shipping us away." "Back to Gru?" "No." "PARIS?!" "No." "Fairyland?" "No." "Are you sure?" "YES!" "If we're not going to Fairyland, or Paris, or back to Gru, then where are we going?" "We're going to Antarctica." "Why do you say that like a bad thing? I learned about it in school, and it's snowy and cold. I'll get to play in the snow!" "We're not going to play in the snow?" "Why not? Is it because we don't have jackets?" "No, Agnes." "Then why?" "Because we don't have food, water, shelter, or Edith right now." "So?" "We're going to DIE, Agnes." "You're wrong." She clasps her hand over her mouth. "I am SO sorry, I shouldn't have said that to you. It's fine, we'll be fine." "Promise?" "Promise."