57 You Look Like You

The rain stopped the following morning and we slipped out of the palace using the tree Al had shown me after lunch once it warmed up a bit.

My mind was clearer than it was last night. I would focus on my mission—comfortable winter clothes—and nothing else.

Since we were jumping a wall I changed into my least restrictive dress with a 'half corset' very similar to one of my bras back home before we snuck out. Unfortunately, my sportswear of sorts wasn't going to help me with my fear of heights.

"Uh, Al? I think I'm stuck up here," I whimpered as I looked down at him.

It was about a seven foot drop and I was not prepared.

He held his arms out. "You're not stuck. Jump."

"I would rather stay here," I said feebly.

"Sit on the wall and push yourself off. It's not as high as if you're standing."

I squeezed my eyes shut and did as I was told. I hit something solid with a thud and a shooting pain went up my knee.