[color=D6CC88][u][b]Galloway and Norman's shop[/b][/u]

Amuné stuck near Ethan as the man lifted Cecil once more.  She didn't like the dull look in the Machina's eyes.  She wanted him better.  She grabbed a fistful of Ethan's coat again, trying to tell herself that the Machina would be okay, that Norman could fix him and make him all better, but she knew that when a person looked that bad they often didn't recover.  Her mommy had told her that medicine wasn't perfect, and sometimes it was just someone's time to go.  Death wasn't fair.  It could take even children.

And what if Norman wasn't a good person?  What if he was just pretending?  He might hurt Cecil, make things worse.  Amuné's breath caught in her chest.  There was no way to know.  Unless...  But no, trying to use her magic would be a bad idea.  Not only was she still weary from the encounter at the bridge, but Ethan or Norman might notice.  She didn't want that.  She just had to trust Ethan's less than perfect judgement.

The mechanic mentioned sleep, or at least sleep mode.  So he was going to knock Cecil out to see what was wrong.  But he hadn't washed his hands.  It was important to wash hands before working with a sick person.  Amuné struggled with not wanting to draw attention to herself, but in the end concern for Cecil won out.  "Wash hands first!" she exclaimed, pushing herself between Cecil and Norman.  "Mommy says it's very important to wash hands to get the bad things off because they can make someone worse!"[/color]