season 2

The young man slowly approached his friend. He was about to sit down next to her, but stopped abruptly as he saw a piece of fabric laying on her lap.

"What's that?" he asked.

Milla turned around, startled. She recognized the piece of cloth immediately and started to blush.

"Oh! I'm sorry," she apologized and got rid of it.

Ciroz picked up what he had assumed to be the torn piece of fabric lying on the ground and held it up. Then, his eyes widened.

"Did you just give a piece of your dress?!"

Milla laughed nervously.

"Yeah. When I heard that you guys wanted to travel together for a while I thought that, being sisters, we could sew together."

Ciroz grinned happily. His sister and her friend were doing something nice for him. He never imagined he would experience such happiness because of a simple sewing project... Although the material Milla had selected had felt very soft, even though he knew she did most of the work herself, and her stitching was quite good... 

"Hey... I think we should leave now, it's getting pretty late," interrupted Sammy, seeing that Ciroz hadn't reacted.

Milla looked up at him. She realized that they were already sitting on a bed of flowers. Suddenly, she looked behind them and blushed deeply. She stood up quickly.

"Right! Thank you for sharing your clothes with me! I have to go change!"

She ran away quickly leaving the three friends stunned at her sudden change in demeanor. 

Ciroz: I guess I'm not the only one surprised…

Ciroz: Sammy, we're going to have to teach her not to act so strange like that!

Sam G. Powell: Well, if she keeps acting weird like that we won't ever learn what happened to her, and even if she changes it probably won't affect us too much. At least she's getting used to life.

Ciroz: Right, but it doesn't hurt to try, Sammy.

Sam G. Powell: Yeah, yeah…

As Sam G. Powell and Ciroz talked Analock appeared at the entrance. Ciroz looked at her and then at Analock and gave her a big smile. 

"Come on, you too. Don't leave me alone with these idiots."

Analock and Cyroz came into the room with matching smiles. Once the three were inside Analock spoke up.

"Okay guys we can discuss all the details tomorrow, but right now let's get comfortable."

A few minutes later all three were lying down on top of the huge bed. This place was quite spacious and there wasn't another bed or couch in the room, which made it hard for the three friends to lie comfortably since they were pressed tightly against each other.

Sam G. Powell yawned.

"It's so early! Shouldn't we go home now? The night is coming soon after all."

A few seconds later, Sam G. Powell yawned again.

"I just woke up. Besides, I kind of want to stay here forever. Can't we wait until the morning?"

Analock shook her head gently.

"No."

SamG. Powell frowned.

"Why not?"

"Because the longer you stay here, the more likely you are to attract the attention of those men outside," answered Analock.

SamG. Powell sighed and sat up.

"Ugh, fine! You're probably right. But I'm hungry, anyway."

"Same here..." muttered Ciroz softly.

"I'm so exhausted…" whined Sam G. Powell.

All of the sudden, something suddenly flashed in front of Sammy G. Powell's eyes and his expression became serious. He grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly before hugging it tightly against himself and curling up.

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