She stopped again and tilted her head as a little of the music filtered through, just bits and pieces. Kala blinked tiredly and frowned before shouldering her bag and moving. Always moving. Lobsters. What were lobsters?
She turned the corner and came to a dead stop as a woman appeared in front of her, the wrinkled face familiar as the hut Kala had been born in. Farla. The woman smiled.
"You're very late, child," she said. "Hurry up, now. There are more bugs at Trenton and if you don't hurry, they'll eat everyone there, too. You're so slow."
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She turned the corner and came to a dead stop as a woman appeared in front of her, the wrinkled face familiar as the hut Kala had been born in. Farla. The woman smiled.
"You're very late, child," she said. "Hurry up, now. There are more bugs at Trenton and if you don't hurry, they'll eat everyone there, too. You're so slow."
Kala sighed and started moving again.