"Someone, anyone... Please! Help us, Save us! We're sorry we abandoned the collective. We were wrong, just please save us! Please!"
"Will you put that damn thing down and pull yourself together?"
Ophelia tugged at the arm of the hysterical girl, who was kneeling on the ground like she was offering prayers. Her head was lowered, a stream of tears and snot cascading down her face as she blubbered and wept in a true, full blown ugly cry. The girls hands were clutched to her chest, holding a device that didn't look too different from a mobile phone, although those devices were long defunct. It was the form her 'Communication Gift' had taken, and which she was currently using to broadcast their location to anyone and everyone nearby. Including those they were trying to escape from.
