{ his point of view }

She walked towards a gigantic water bottle, struggled to open the cap. It barely had any water left but, compared to our miniature size, the remaining drops could be compared to a pond. Still, I had to rush over and help her out in opening the lid.

"So," she said as she climbed into the bottle. With her hands cupped together, she bent over to get a drink after a long walk, "where are your parents?"

I took my time in having a drink, myself. I felt relieved when the burning in my throat dissipated a bit. I cleared my throat before answering, "They're . . . dead."

"Oh, that's okay," I noticed the tips of her hair turn a dark shade of blue, "mine, too."