Jinx clung to her tiny toy monkey as she sat in the corner of the abandoned shack, whispering to it over and over, “We’ll be okay, Sir Klinkers. We’ll be okay. They’re not gonna find us again. Our head’s been doin good. Can’t… think right still, but I haven’t been thinkin wrong, either, and that’s what counts, right? Haven’t heard from PowPow or Fishbones since they got blown up. Gotta keep my head up. Gotta keep goin. Right? Maybe this is a good thing, yeah? Maybe we can start all over. Maybe… maybe we don’t gotta die here…” A noise drew her attention to the door, a figure stood, the daylight behind it making it difficult to make out, but… it looked like… Vi… Jinx’s heart sank. She had nothing to defend herself with. The miserable girl curled up tighter, hiding her head as she held the little ragged monkey doll out in front of her. Sir Klinkers would protect her. Right? Mommy had said he would look out for her.