"Why? Why are we here?" I wondered aloud, glancing at each of my new friends. Amren was wandering around the roof, curiously examining every vent and pipe that protruded from it. Sajala was huddled in front of the large vent, trembling in fear. The banker, the Clavispati banker, was standing not very far away, removing her oversized parka and carefully removing the darts that were embedded in it, placing them in a neat pile.
"Why did you follow me?" I asked, not speaking to anyone in particular. "Why did you save me?"
Amren paused in his exploration and turned. "Are you talking to me?"
"Okay, you first. Are you in trouble with EFTA?"
"I thought they were chasing me! It's because I'm running away from home," he answered, reaching into his jacket and pulling out the wind instrument he had been playing earlier. "I live in a white zone and they won't let me play my ocarina, or keep my hair long!"
"Ugh," I responded. "I hate white zones."
G-vars weren't even allowed to live in these so-call