They ran for several minutes, making many turns. They traversed through several shops and stopped at a waiting levcarrier. This one sported rust along its bottom, intermingled with dents and aged paint. The gravcluster whined like a vacuum cleaner with tiny pebbles bouncing around the collection chamber. The group piled in. Scanning the squad, all of them wore hoodies, but Alyssalee could see the occasional strand of hair or nose protruding from their hoods. There were glints of light reflecting off a preponderance of facial jewelry that the group sported. Across the huddled gang, heads turned in her direction to sneak a glimpse, only to snap back to facing front.
After a few moments of everyone gawking at her, Alyssalee asked, “Were you able to get to Vicar Emsworth in time? And Sister K
