"I guess so," Sherry agreed, looking out over the crowd of people like a tiny meerkat from her Leon perch. "I just don't like that I don't have it, after I promised to take care of it." She'd also promised to take care of her locket, too, but that was neither here nor there. It wasn't like her mother could come back from the dead and give her a talking-to.

"I can't see her from here," she sighed.