Didi wakes in the darkness, sitting upright so fast the world wobbles around her. She didn't want to sleep, had planned to plot out her path to her father while the train hurried its way to the city. But, she obviously needed the rest.
The gunslinger sits beside her, silent and staring straight ahead, his blue eyes pulsing only faintly. He must be resting, too and she can only hope he holds out for as long as she needs him. So far, despite some bumps and frustrations, he's been there for her, she has to admit. He's not Dad or anything, but she has little choice in the matter.
Didi swings sideways, Pip beside her, waking more slowly as his beak yawns, red tongue visible when she lowers her goggles into place and looks out over the trash flying by. The glow of the city is usually so distan
