He saw the light enter his room. He saw the clay walls drop specks of dirt when a set of footsteps approached his door. 'It's Raynark... but aren't the footsteps too fast,' Leo thought.

But to Leo's surprise, a child's head popped through the door. Bright blue curly hair dripped from her head, and freckles dotted her green skin. She wore a simple tan dress that must have been white at some point, but was now tan due to dirt, and the ends of the dress were a bit tattered as well.

Raynark, followed by a little boy with very dark blue hair. It almost seemed black. His skin was a lighter green than the girl's pale almost, and he was more cautious that the girl.

He--very wary of strangers. And her--clinging to her childhood innocence.

"Where'd you come from Black coat?" the girl said, "I'm called Elizabeth, but my friends call me Lizzy or Liz or Lizabeth, whatever works. Hey, why are your clothes st.i.tched into your skin? Why do you have a scowl on your face? Why haven't you told me your name? Why are you so tall? Is it cause you're a grown up? But you don't look like our grown ups? Because you still have like this little tinkle in your eye. Hey, why haven't you told me your name yet? But why--"

Raynark cut her off, "His name is Leo, and you won't be getting much out of him with by a.s.saulting him with questions."

The girl ran to the side of Leo's bed, did a twirl into a pose, and said with her hands in the air, "Sorry!"

Leo was still waking up. He didn't know what was going on, and could only scratch his forehead in confusion. He looked toward Raynark for an explanation.

"Why don't you come downstairs," Raynark said, "I'd like to show you something."