Mira slept soundly that night and hadn't stirred once until Sparhawk woke her the next morning. The little girl sat up to rub her eyes. "Where are we going?" she asked tiredly. But she was up quickly and ready to move. You always had to be when living off the streets. Mira followed after Sparhawk and climbed up the hatch once he'd gone through. She suddenly stopped, refusing to go any farther. "Is the dog outside?"