„If you keep moving, you´ll hurt yourself more, child.“

Now she realized there was worry in his words, not suspicion. She gulped and reached for the Hand the Leader offered here, while a few of the man ran past her to pick up the broken box.

Stumbling back towards Laelole, who was being held by two of the guards, Jamie watched with satisfaction, how parts of the houses flickered and dissappeared.

„Take her back to the Control room, and deal with her Slave.“, barked the head of the team at the two holding Laelole. They followed suit and Jamie walked behind them trough the vanishing blocks around them.

She felt a stupid warmness in her chest at the thought of them not being able to spy on the people she knew as much, at least for a while.

Turning back, she stepped closer to the two Guys towaging her Forrest Ghost further and further from where they´d come from. Wherever that was. They had basically appeared out of thin air.

Jamie racked her brain how they´d come here or how this place could possibly work. It was no use tough, her ignorance of the workings of magic and of human Inventions both made it hopeless for her to come to a conclusion.

They crossed the old market place, walked straight through the walls of the church and the little huts surrounding it. After a while, Jamie recognized guideposts that didn´t belong to her Community. Little information desks in front of all the big houses.

What was this place? What were they doing here?

With  a little sigh of frustration and confusion she let her gaze wander to the soil in front of her, just to gasp in terrified surprise.

At her feet, two petite children played with taws, laughing and taunting each other.

One of the soldiers stopped in his stern walk and pulled the tense Laelole with him. He smiled at the infants.

„Sometimes I think they are happier in that village, growing up without all of the technological bric a brac of our time.“

Shaking his head in wonder, he continued walking again.

„I don´t know.“,

whispered Jamie, but the man didn´t hear her and kept moving. She hurried after them.

One of the Children playing peacefully had died in a tragic harvest accident over a year ago. Taking a deep Breath, she sharpened her eyes and began to find more and more anomalies, Houses that had been rebuilt months ago, People, that had dissapeared or passsed away.

And then she understood. This wasn´t a live transfer. They were playing a „Tape“ of what life was like in her Village.

Jamie catched up with Laelole and his Keepers, hurrying trough the outskirts and out of the small city.

This was a museum.

When had Teddy died? She narrowed her eyebrows in contemplation. It must have been about a year ago. That meant, if they had recorded her father in this Institution, he must´ve still been by her side back then.

All of her misfortune had guided her to the perfect place to outwit her memory loss and pain related with it.

Hope flooded Jamies chest.