The girl suddenly stopped crying and looked up at Mary Jane.

“How did you know?” She gasped. Mary Jane was speechless, did she really find the second person this easily?

“Long story short, I’m supposed to help you,” Mary Jane said.

“Did somebody send you? Was it my mother? Was it Kingsley?” She said, wide eyed, her shiny black hair cascading over her face.

“I have no idea who those people are, but trust me, I can help, I’m already taking another robbing victim to California, you can come if you want, but you have to pass a test first.”

“A test?” The girl questioned nervously. Mary Jane pulled out the postmark. The girl, wide-eyed, pulled out an envelope, a piece from it torn where the postmark had been. The two pieces fit perfectly.

“I’m Mary Jane,” Mary Jane said, “Welcome aboard.”

The girl nodded silently, wiped her eyes again and then offered out her hand politely.

“I’m Amberly.”