The metal door swung open. The person who stood in the threshold stared at them. She was short, with choppily cut chin length hair, so black it was almost purple. She was skinny, as if she definitely did not have a reliable supply of food, and her eyes were an unsettling icy blue. She stared a moment longer, before breaking out into a wide grin.
"Victory!" She exclaimed. At first, the Porters were confused. What did this girl mean by Victory? Then they realized. Victory, for Victoria.
Victoria smiled genuinely. Never before had Paisley seen that.
"Everybody, this is Golden Harris." Victoria said.
"Call me Goldie!" She said in a slow, hoarse voice. Goldie turned towards Poppy.
"What's up, Poppy? How you been?" She asked, in the same slow voice.
Poppy smiled, but said, "I'm good, but we have to ask..."
Victoria finished. "We...need to...hide out. At your place."
Goldie's grin widened. "Mmm hmm? Hiding out from the cops?"
Victoria blushed. "Er, no. Norshiren soldiers, actually."
Goldie lost her happy, bubbly exterior. She paled.
"They're in the city?! Impossible...I heard the sirens, but..." She forced another smile, "Uh, go ahead, come in. I'll be leaving tomorrow, into the pine forests. The invasion has....begun."
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