Before she knows it, it's two years later. She's already seven years old.

A lot of days have passed and they have pretty much been the same. Wake up, breakfast, train, lunch, train, play before dinner, dinner, draw, sleep. And she talks to Amery a lot.

Right now, they're at the 'play before dinner'. Jorge gave Siren and Brenda some wooden toys to play with. "Who's your favorite?"

Siren looks up at her friend. "My favorite what?"

"Guard. I think all of them."

"Amery," she says without hesitation. "I love him. He's my best friend."

"What about me?"

"You're also my best friend. You're both my best friends."

"And Jorge?"

"Jorge is my father figure."

"You don't imagine him as your real father?"

She shakes her head. "No. Do you?"

"Yes."

They continue playing with the toys until Amery and Barkley tell them it's time to go to sleep. The girls easily obey. After they've brushed their teeth and put on their pajamas, they apart aways. Barkley goes with Brenda and Amery with Siren.

"What's the camera for?" Siren asks for the millionth time. Jorge hung it up a while ago and no one has answered her. "You can tell me by now."

"It's so Jorge can keep track of what happens in you and Brenda's rooms," Amery finally admits with a sigh. "Don't worry about it. He just wants to see if you're being nice."

She frowns. Jorge never really encouraged her to be a very kind human being. More like... make a good deal before being nice, and then still not being very nice.

"Alright." She shrugs it off. "But I don't like it. I don't want to be watched."

"He'll know you draw in the middle to the night?"

"Shh!" She gives him a slap on the shoulder. "No one can know. You're the only one who spares me."

Amery smiles. "We'll keep it that way."

"Yes," she agrees. "Talking about drawings, I drew you."

Her hand slips below her pillow, then it reveals a white sheet. She has drawn a tall man with a very, very long beard. It hits his shoes. And he's wearing a pink dress.

She giggles. "Do you like it?"

He gasps excessively loud. "What are those clothes?!"

"I draw in the middle of the night, and you definitely dress like that in the middle of the night." She nearly falls off her bed from laughing.

"Well, either way, it's very well drawn," he tells her. "Can I keep it?"

"Yup. Show it to everyone. Let them see what a talent I am, and how lovely you are."

"Will do," he promises as he slips the drawing in his pocket. Then he looks at the cheap wallet on his wrist. "Time to sleep."

She lies down. Without communication, he knows what to do. Tuck her in as tightly as possible. When a satisfied grin appears on her face, he knows it's done. "Good night."

She smiles. "Good night."