Electa opened the trunk. There was a black nylon bag inside; she unzipped it and pulled out a bulky envelope, which she tucked inside her jacket pocket. Then she went around to the front, swept a hand under the driver's seat, and took out a small metal box. She shoved it into the nylon bag. It was possible to catch a glimpse of folded clothes inside. She put in a few things from the glove box, too, and then zipped the bad shut again and slung it over her shoulder. "Come on," she repeated shortly. "Get your stuff."

He nodded and grabbed his string backpack,putting a strap over his shoulder carefully,his good shoulder not colored in scarlet.

"Do you have a cell phone?" she asked as they passed a dumpster

He nodded and pulled his phone from his left pocket,it looked brand new and barely used.

"Let me have it." She pulled a sleek-looking phone out of her own pocket and tossed them both into the dumpster. They made a clattering noise as they hit the side.

He let her take the phone. He didn't have any use for it,he never actually used it. He didn't know why he'd had it..but now he didn't have it.And he didn't care.

"They're probably already inspecting your account, to see if you've called home. Don't. Not for any reason. We can't risk it."

"I ... " He sighed. "Mr. and Mrs.Grace would not care if I was gone or not." He muttered.

They soon got to a subway station, and Electa jogged down the cement stairs. She bought them both a fare card, handing his over without looking at him.

He stayed at least three feet behind,still not liking Gun girl Electa,and didn't look her in the eyes as he took the card without a word.