Harley nods her head.

“What can I do for you then?” the woman smiles beatifically.

Harley’s stomach twists in nervousness. She looks once more at the other girl and sees her full face. The other girl stays quiet but listens in curiosity.

“C-Can…you tell me…where I am? Please?” Harley asks in a small whispery voice.

“Oh, of course! This the Silvercover Harbor,” the woman replies, a breath of relief in her voice.

Harley thanks her and nods to herself, keeping her gaze on the floorboards. The wood looks old and gray, with cracks and splints on every inch.

Next.