"Even if Millie's not here, I'm sure we'll find out something interesting," said Aron. I thought about that machine I'd seen earlier in that room. I had no idea what it as or what it did but it sure did look interesting. And terrifying.
I knew I should have realised it earlier, but things were much larger and more complicated than I could imagine, than I could handle, than I could control. All I wanted was to make sure a little girl could safely go home but perhaps even that would be beyond my capabilities.
I watched Aron as he looked through his backpack and pull out a few boxes. He always seemed to know what to do. Was it the training, or had he always been like that? I quietly shuffled over to see what he was doing.
"Do you like chicken?" asked Aron.
"What, as animals or as food?" I asked in response.