Police station. They took her family to the police station. She feels the tears building and blinks impossible lashes.

"I'm thirteen." She's been groomed to answer the question. She knows what outsiders think, but really, it's not that big a deal. "And I'm just Misa." She admits. No last name was ever needed.

She wraps her arms around herself, trying not to cry. She wants Freema, and tarts and for things to be normal.

She wants to not do homework, and learn to cook under Freema's sharp eye. She wants to see about sneaking down and joining some of the festivities for the evening clients.

"I'm never going to see the Mistress again, am I?"