"What?" Elizabeth asked looking out into the darkness, the rain from earlier had made it humid.
Milos was quiet as he tiled his head to the side, "Singing." He answered.
"Like real singing or rain in the distance?" She questioned.
"Real singing." He answered, "Ringel, ringel, reihen." He said trying to repeat the words he heard.
"Okay, so singing aside." She said, "Do you have any sharp wood around?"
Milos frowned in confusion.
"We need a stake." She said to him as the person singing came closer.
"You need to get away from the door," Milos said, he had been glad when she had asked him to go and open the window in the other room. He had felt the urge to touch her so strongly when they were next to each other. He knew it was a bad idea, he had two main goals in life to
