Kylie stayed silent a while, hoping beyond all rational levels of hope that she would hear her sister's voice call back. She was answered by nothing, save for someone swearing loudly in the distance, and the loud creak of rusty metal grating against itself. Ignoring both of the noises, she cupped her hands around her mouth to yell once more. The second she opened her mouth, a yell cut her off. [i]"Hey kid! What the hell are you doing up there?!"[/i]

She jumped, nearly stumbling off the top of the mountain of junk, but managing to catch herself. Turning around, arms now held out for balance, she saw a woman standing at the bottom of the pile, waving her arms to catch Kylie's attention. The young girl looked down at her, hesitating for a moment. 

Maybe she could help. 

Kylie quickly started to descend the scrap heap once more. She moved slowly, baseball bat held in one hand, the other grabbing onto pieces of metal for balance. "I'm looking," she explained as she made her way down. "For my sister."

Reaching the bottom of the pile, she turned to face the woman standing there. Immediately, Kylie's confidence faltered. From a distance, she'd looked all right. But up close, she was downright intimidating. Kylie stared at her strange hair and dark clothes for a second, seemingly having forgotten what she was going to say. "Um. She's a few years older than me. And her name's Jean. She's got a blue t-shirt and a black backpack," Kylie recited. She shrugged her own backpack off of her shoulders. It was childish, a plush monster with arms and legs affixed to the body. "Not like mine. Hers is a real backpack."