"Wait, Silvie, let me get this straight-there was a man, in our room?!" She looked confused. "You didn't seem him?" I shook my head, equally confused. "What did you see?" I sighed. "I didn't see anything! I was asleep!" She pushed back the blanket. "Alright. It doesn't matter. Now you know what he said. We need to get out of here. Now. I don't exactly know where, or how, or why, but we just do." I stared hard at her for a moment. "Silvie-you are expecting me to follow you out to who knows where who knows how, following some figment which I have never seen?" "You expected me to trust you-that you weren't doing it on purpose-that this whole-writer's...problem...thing...wasn't your fault. I did. You need to decide if you are going to trust me, Sienna, and right now. If you aren't willing, then don't follow me. This is going to happen a lot from here on out." I took a breath and nodded. "Alright. Of course I'll follow you. Always." She nodded bluntly. "Alright. Let's get started then. Do you have an extra bike?" I didn't question her. "Yes. They're in the shed. If we sneak out this window we could get there without waking my parents up." Silvie already had the window half open and was crawling through. I ran up behind her. "Wait." she paused, half way through. "We need some food." I swallowed. "I'll get some. I know where everything is. You wait for me out there-get the bikes ready." A moment later, she had climbed through, and I was left to face the darkness. I made my way slowly down the stairs, avoiding the two bottom ones which creaked. Avoiding the refrigerator because of the light which would shine out, I went for the pantry. Grabbing whatever was closest, I took as much as I could carry.
We met up in the shed and I dumped all the food into the baskets hooked up to our bikes. Taking a breath, I glanced at Silvie, seeking to be reaffirmed. She nodded, and then stared straight ahead. "I don't know when we'll be back," she said, almost to herself. And then we slipped out the side door of the shed and started into the dim light of morning. We peddled hard and quickly found a path leading to who knows where. Silvie lead. She had an expression of fierce concentration on her face, which was sometimes broken with that of conflicting thoughts.
Where on earth are we going? I paused. Well...wherever it is...I'm going there, no questions asked.
