After spending two days at the police station, Daniel and I are tired and pissed. According to the officer who interviewed us, he considers us a flight risk. I’m sure he just wants to lock us in and throw away the key. I’d prefer that, too, over meeting Alpha Pond. Neither of us will get that wish fulfilled.
Early this morning, before getting anything to eat, two police officers escort us to the airport, and to a plane. We are heading for a city closer to our old pack. Neither of the young police officers escorting us is excited about this job and more or less ignores us. It’s obvious this task is beneath them.
Even if we asked for it more than once, we couldn’t get our things at home. When we return to the pack, we will arrive in the same clothes we have worn since Monday. I could not
