Feela had never seen so many people in her life. She stared dumbfounded at the number of bodies crammed into one place. She would never be able to watch all of them at the same time, and any one of them could be waiting to kill her as soon as she turned her back. 

Her first instinct was to run as far and fast as she could and never look back. All she had to do was pick a direction and keep going, and eventually she would find the edge of this insane place. Her right foot pulled back to turn her body away but before she could go further there was a tug at her arm. Rather, as she looked down she realized that her hands were locked in a death grip around a fold in the boy's shirt, unable to let go. Instead she tried to be as small as she possibly could be and hide behind the boy, trusting him not to be the bait for some elaborate trap.