She knew, Emma ran away herself several times, and even if he wasn’t something was out of the ordinary. The blonde stood there with her hands on her hips, deliberating whether to get someone’s help right away or wait for a little longer. “Micah. Well, it will take longer than you might think.”
“ And this place probably doesn’t have a running taxi service, ” the clever boy noted as he turned from her to chew the inside of his cheek. He had to think up a new plan, a better plan! There was no way Micah was willing to stay here, and the thought of going back to his parents even more distressing. Not with his powers. No, he couldn’t. Scratching at the back of his head, the blond child finally called back.
“ Not that you’d let me get in a cab and leave anyway. ” No he wouldn’t expect that. She seemed to be a good, responsible woman, and good, responsible women didn’t just let kids run off into the night. As much as he hated it, Micah was going to have to run away... again. And this time, it was likely to be in a terrain that was going to be very harsh for him to survive on his own. Dammit! He hated this...
