That seemed to have cleared it up. Turned out the boy had known about electricity all along. How he still could have mistaken the torch for witchcraft in the first place was mind-boggling, but he had stopped fussing and that was all the mattered for now. He even gave her a high five.

Claire had blinked when the tiny hand smacked against her palm, eyes going wide. The boy was already sauntering ahead when the girl (Rika, it was Rika) took her hand the way she'd meant to offer it, and Claire almost laughed. More like an incredulous huff, and the briefest of smiles shared with the girl. They made such a strange pair. She was so calm and he was all over the place.

Claire hesitantly let the boy take the lead as she held Rika's hand tightly in her own, making certain they all kept the same urgent pace. Further up the hall there were more doors and less people. The crowds were slowly thinning out as each group meandered in their own direction. They were farther out from the prison blocks now so blindly following everyone wouldn't do. Everyone would be looking for a way out - none of them could be sure where it was.

"I dunno," she answered Rika. "I've never been out to this station before."

Claire's gaze narrowed in on their options. A door to their right and three on their left, one more up ahead, and another turn in the corridor. Looked like they would have to take their chances.