I looked around and realized we were about to walk into a village. Joshua caught me inspecting the kinds of houses and almost turned around.

“No, don’t turn back! This is a village of rebels. They know me here. They LOVE me.”

“Them and me alike,” Josh responded.

“Careful, don’t fall too hard,” I told him. “You might not get back up.”

“From what?”

“You really aren’t that bright, are you?”

“Tell me!”

“Don’t fall too hard. In love. Idiot.”

“Says the girl that cut herself on a bush.”

“Because you pulled me into it. Let’s go, they’re expecting me anyway.”