The awful sound marched to the direction the scrambling came from. He was almost as loud with her feet as she was with her voice.

Then she was told sound wasn’t as welcome and she went adagio and stayed light on her boots.

“What is up with her? Why did you call me?” Ruth asked, oddly… whispering? She had probably done that less than three times in the presence of her brother.

She looked around then shrugged “Someone should make use of it, you seem to have forgotten where it is,” she examined him, disdain for the sorry status of his colour palette, then marched right on to where he had come from.

As she got there, she found a young, very pregnant woman. She looked pretty confused, beautiful and… Ruth turned. No, her swollen belly wasn’t Zech’s work, she was fairly sure. Or…? She shook her head. With her voice now to an almost normal volume, she approached the unknown woman. She had a beautiful voice and could sound very soft when she wished to “Miss, you look unwell. How may I assist you?” he placed a long hand on Sonia’s shoulder.