"Open your eyes, little Abby," said the leader of the Greendeads. The young girl had pretended to be asleep for much of the journey. She knew that her fear often strengthened those around her, so she didn't want to make them feel even more powerful. The only thing she could think of was to close her eyes and imagine a different place than where she was.
"Don't call me that," the young girl whispered in response.
"Why not?" he asked. "I have known you from when you were little. We visited your family in the past. Do you remember? My name, do you remember?"
Abby opened her eyes and looked around. Her hands were bound by chains, which were hurting her skin and causing pain.
"I don't remember. It doesn't matter. My name is James," he said. Abby observed the burly man with a long beard. He
