She was confused. "Wait, what movie? I didn't say anything about a movie." She shook her head at the girl, who was now painting with her hands. "And I'm guessing you are going to have to find a place to wash your hands? Great. Well, there is a stream nearby. Whenever you're done, I'll take you to it." She continued munching on her snack and drinking her coke. She made sure to bring every can of it she could, which was a whole lot. Only, this part wasn't about the revenge on her mother. She actually loved coca cloa. It was he favorite drink. She leaned against the wall of the treehouse they were in. She thought she heard voices outside, but that couldn't be the case. I mean, how many people could come to one park in one night?