Where the Heart Is

Ísja pipes up from behind Num.

ÍSJA: "Huh? We're telling the truth..."

Num remains unfazed. He puts a hand on his hips and glares at the woman defiantly.

NUM: "How about you give us some directions instead of interrogating us?"

The woman stares at him blankly for a few beats, then looks at the wall clock. It reads "10:30".

WOMAN: "It's half past ten."

Both boys remain motionless for a moment. Num raises an eyebrow and puts his hands out, gesturing as if to ask for elaboration.

NUM: "And?"

NUM: "We're on a tight schedule. We have to get to this pl–"

WOMAN: "The Pocket, right?"

Num is surprised as the woman takes a strand of her hair between her fingers and twirls it pensively.

WOMAN: "The two of you weren't all that discreet when you were arguing about it earlier. Something about being stuck here unless you get back to it in time?"

Num's face goes utterly blank and Ísja winces and groans.

ÍSJA: "Oooooh. Yeah..."


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