"How long does she have?" Soren asked.
Vinegar sniffed, rubbing her nose as she counted under her breath.
"…Oh."
She looked up at him.
"A week."
Soren's eyes widened. "A week!?"
Buzz Buzz Buzz...
An alarm was heard.
"We have to leave." Vinegar advised. "They are about to close the Glass."
She showed him the way, and they came out the exit.
By now, Vinegar had wiped properly, putting on that playful, mischievous face again.
"I can't believe I only met you yesterday, and I have already told you so much about me..." She gave a side smile. "... It kind of feels like I have known you longer."
"Me too." He added... meaningfully.
The moment was good, but he could not stop thinking about what he had just heard.
And then he looked up.
Just ahead, the prisoners were packing up their stuff and returning to the prison.
However, Soren's eyes landed on the retreating figure of a person similarly returning.
Cynthia.
Vinegar noticed it. Her mood fell again.
