When Ezra spoke about Jeremiah, Marta nodded her head. She recalled him speaking of the family-friend numerous time, though Marta has yet to meet him. In fact, Marta hasn't met anyone in Erza's life except for his parents and Atalia. She knew though that if Ezra trusted the man, Marta would too. She prayed that Ezra's parents stayed away as long as they would, that way they wouldn't be here if the gestapo came back. Marta quickly got to work, getting the bags and began packing only the essentials. She packed majority of her clothes, since she didn't have many anyways, and she packed enough clothes for Ezra to have a different outfit for seven days. With winter approaching, she made sure to pack some gloves and scarves and had their two winter coats. Once everything was ready, and Jeremiah was alerted, they got ready to leave.

Marta looked around, making sure they weren't forgetting anything or leaving any trace of where they are going. Only than the empty dresser drawers, it did not look like anything was different. She glanced around and saw a framed picture of Ezra with parents, and then one with himself and Atalia. When he wasn't looking, Marta carefully stuck them into her suitcase. She wished they could bring more because she knew when the police came back they would trash everything, but they had to carry light. 

Helping Ezra down the stairs and onto the bus, while carrying the suitcases was a difficult task, but she had to do it. She had to be the strong one, mentally and physically. She held onto his hand tight and let him put as much weight on her as he needed during the bus ride. By the time they reached Jeremiah's apartment, Marta's legs were shaking and she could only imagined how exhausted Ezra was. Once they were safe inside, and the bags taken care of, Marta went over and sat down next to Ezra, once again reaching for his hand. She didn't want him out of her sight now, and if she wasn't touching him, she felt insane.

She listened with so much guilt as Ezra gave a brief description of what happened. Marta swallowed hard and looked up at Jeremiah.

"Don't blame Ezra sir. Everything is my fault. My name is Marta, and I am sure you are aware of who I am and why I am shocked you agreed to allow me into your house. My father, he works for the government, and somehow the police found out that I, his daughter, was a Jewish sympathizer. They barged into Ezra's house today, and Atalia, for whatever reason I will never understand, claimed to be me. They took her before I could stop them." She left out that it was Ezra who actually stopped her, but it wasn't important. "I wish there was a way to save Atalia, but I fear it may be too late."

Jeremiah had sat and listened to her story intently, not showing any emotion on his face. She was waiting for him to throw her out of his house, but he simply nodded his head. "Excuse me, I need to make some calls."

Jeremiah stood, Marta giving him a strange look. That was not the response she was expecting. But for now she ignored it, and she turned to look at Ezra. She knew there was nothing she could say to make things better. He would be distraught for days, even weeks, over his friend. So Marta just leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder and stayed close. It was all she could do at the moment.