Eli stopped mid flight and sank to the ground. It felt like every single voice in her head wanted complete dominance. Dark Self was berating her for what had happened back in the cave. Intuition was trying to frighten her in one way or another. Hosts of other voices joined these two, and Eli's rage was becoming dangerously fueled.
"Everyone just shut the fuck up!" she mentally screamed.
Every voice quieted down; first to a murmur, and then to nothing.
Eli sat down on the cold earth, and began to logically pull togetheracoherent plan for these next ten minutes.

Piccolo slowly pulled himself together and exited the cave. His heart ached for what had happened to these two children.
Eli; once rebelious and crazy, now the only mother a four-year-old had ever really known.
Chill; just a child, but Brutilia and Kira had twisted his innocent mind until all he had was Eli. And when he didn't have her, he obviously had some form of paranioa.

Piccolo began to silently pray that, by some miracle, Frost, Brutilia, Kira, and Icer had died; and were all screaming in the depths of hell.

Chill growled fiercely at the raven haired woman who had offered him something on a plate. He knew from experiance that people who were being nice, were trying to trick you. He wasn't sure if Eli knew these people; and Chill knew that if Eli didn't know them, he didn't want to know them.

Chi-chi sighed deeply as the child pressed farther back into the cornor and bared his teeth at her. She'd heard what had happened to Eli, and subsequently what had happened to Chill. She didn't blame him for being distrustfull of others. She hoped either Eli came for him soon, or he'd trust her enough to take the food she offered.

Eli sat cross-legged on the ground and verbally set out her plan.She'd already decided that it'd be better if she got her and Chill's belongings before she went after him. If she took him with her to the house, she reasoned, there'd be a greater chance of Brutilia getting his claws on him if he was still lurking around.
She decided, she'd go to The House, pick up their scarce belongings, grab Chill and go to The Lookout. Of course, in the back of her mind, Eli knew this was easier said then done.

Eli stood in the foliage just outside The House, staring at her prison for two years.Her hands began to shake. She slowly slunk down to the ground and began to 'crawl' towards the basement window. Her breath began to hitch in a way, it was like she was going into the early stages of hyperventalation. Somehow, with her shaking hands she pushed the little swinging window a crack open. Her hand retracted as if she was burned.
She didn't want to go down there.
What if they were just masking their ki signatures?What if they were all down there, waiting for her? What if Brutilia was finally ready to follow through with his threat?
Eli thought that if she had eaten anything in the last day, it would've been coming up at that moment. Her repressed retching yanked at her throat, bringing her back to reality.
"You can't be scared like this, Eli. " she told herself. "You have to go down there and face it. Don't let this rule you!" Her mind screamed.
In one quick motion, Eli pushed the window back and slunk in.

Piccolo landed on The Lookout deck. He was greeted somberly by Siarra. Her eyes seemed confused and so far away. It was like she'd learned some form of disturbing truth.
Piccolo would do anything to remove the knowledge of this truth from Siarra's mind.

"How'd it go?" Siarra asked, breaking the silence.
"Fine. Eli agreed to staying up here with us for a while." Piccolo replied.
Piccolo somehow got the feeling that Siarra was skirting around what she really wanted to say, but what was he to do about it? He couldn't force Siarra to say what was on her mind; he had confidence that she'd talk about it when she was ready.
Picccolo laid one of his hands on her head, the jade still contrasting sharply with Siarra's chestnut-brown hair. He walked past her.

He barely went four steps when;
"'Tosan?"
Piccolo stopped and turned. Siarra caught him around the middle in a great bear-hug. Piccolo slowly stroked her hair as she pressed her faceinto his gi shirt. Somehow, he understood.
Without speaking, both comforted one another.

Eli still crawled on her belly towards a stack of duffel bags under the stairs. She was still shaking all over, she didn't know how long it'dbe before she could actually grasp the stupid bags and actually keep a decent grip on them.
She reached out and grabbed both a black and gray-gold duffel bags. She didn't recall at that moment what had possessed her to pack both her's and Chill's things in these bags; but whatever it was, she was gratefull for it.

Eli slowly began to back out of the stair cornor. Her heart felt as if it were about to break straight out of her chest. She knew she wouldn't feel any different until she got as far away from this hellhole as possible.
She held the window open and quickly stuffed the bags through it's frame, while quickly following the bags with her own body.

Eli's nails dug at the ground as she pulled herself and the three bags off the ground. Without any other hesitation she began to run, slinging the bags over her shoulder as she ran. She sprinted as far as she could in the opposite direction of The House. Eli ran and ran until she finally collapsed on her hands and knees on the ground, panting.

Eli looked at the shadows on the ground, from where they were it was safe to assume that it was fairly late in the day. Four o'clock at least.
"Fuck..." she cursed silently, she didn't want for it to get this late before grabbing Chill.
"Oh well," she thought. "Better late then never..."

Chill climbed mournfully onto the window sill. The people at this house had finally given up the idea of talking or feeding him. He was simply glad they had decided to leave him alone for a while.
Chill leaned his head against the cool windowpane.
"Sister, please come." He mentally begged. And that's when he heard it.
Two little clicks, the kind you could make by moving your tongue a certain way against your teeth. He'd mentally trained himself to listen for this sound as long as he'd been under Eli's care.
The two clicks had been Eli's signal. They meant she was coming, and Chill had long since associated this fact with safety.

Without so much as a second thought, Chill's legs propelled him towards the sound of the clicks. And he'd never been so happy as to slam into his big sister.
Eli's arms scooped him up and swung him around into a bear hug, she didn't care if it hurt or not.

Having heard the door slam open, Goku was jarred awake from his afternoon nap. His feet skidded to a halt at the door when he saw that Eli was here and no real danger was iminent. He watched as Eli set the boy down and said something to him. The small child began to approach Goku with obvious shyness.
"Goku-san," The small child said, standing in front of Goku and staring at the ground.
"Thank you for keeping me out of trouble until sis came and got me, and I'm sorry I didn't trust you." Chill said in avery child-like mannar.
"Oh it's okay little guy!" Goku exclaimedwith his typical grin plastered on his face. He opened his eyes just slightly, and watched how Eli scooped up herbrother andbegan to fly in the direction ofThe Lookout.