[@Penny]

Vicky did not want to be taken into custody by the militia. She didn't have one of those cool pieces of paper that flashed in the sun. Nor did she have one of those numbers that they used to somehow get security. Hopping to her feet she walked across to the fountain and pressed her palms to the fountain, feeling the familiar touch of stone.

"Sisters," she whispered, "can you assist me in evading these angry militia?"



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