The young girl who was holding saved us. Why on earth were they wanting to kill so many civilians? Ahh right, because of the peacemakers. It makes sense. Why was I trying to save them? Because the woman was the mother of the little one I was holding. Of course. Why were they so insistent? Ahh, right again, because the chocolate factory owners needed to support themselves and hadn't seen what a mess it was out there.
Little laughing girls in red and white stripes, women in a trance and a bad ass teenager saved my life. An estate sale held in the attic of a small home with short ceilings filled with fabric and a bog. Thanks again for tromping through the muck, I trusted you from the beginning.