Snippet #2466237

Just like Al was ignoring her, she was ignoring Al. A tantrum had been missed by him not saying anything further and she was just happy to play around with Al. They managed to do quite a lot in the kitchen. They went hunting through a jungle; they flew to Australia (though Cianna didn't pronounce the name correctly). They even ended up in the corner doing what appeared to be nothing at first. Cianna was lying on her stomach, her head resting on her hands and her elbows against the floor as if she was looking at something in front of her which was just... well, the floor.

"Are you sure Nix?" She asked.

No answer would be heard.

"I don't think it'll work. It doesn't look like this house."

There was another pause. "What do you think is in the rooms on the second and third floor?"

Cianna's face lit up at some point before she shouted. "Monsters! The doctors and the bad helpers are going to get us. They're hiding and waiting!" She frowned before looking at Al and then back at Nix. "They're not going to get us. We can run away again. I bet I'm small enough to fit through the fence. You can fly over. Or maybe you can fly with me on you. Like last time!"

Nix seemed to say something.

"I'll be good. He'll let us out then and we can try."

In Cianna's mind, the doctors and psych people that she'd been forced to see were the bad guys, the monsters. They weren't there to help her. They were there to take Nix away in her eyes and she wasn't going to have any of it. Not now, not ever. And now having looked at a 'map'. And having Nix insinuated to what could be behind the doors, Cianna was hell bent on leaving again.