"Lilly please wake up!" Was half whispered and yelled in my ears.

Gerard was hovering next to me with a look of pure worry in his eyes.

"Is something wrong." I get up quickly.

Too quickly that I manage to bump my head against his.

"Owww." We both say.

"Sorry about that." I say after he finishes rubbing his head.

"It's good. We just have to leave."

"Leave?!"

"Shhh!" He stops my yelling and covers my mouth with his hands.

"There's word at camp that someone has brought in an outsider." He paused letting this sink in. "As you know outsiders can't be lead into camp without a proof that they have something to do with a refugee, are a refugee, or are working with our camp leaders."

I nodded and he released his hand from my face.

"What are we going to do?" I looked at him, hoping he had a plan.

He did.

"You stay here and do not move in the tent while I go see what's up outside then we both make a run for it."

"Run to where?"

"I don't know. We'll find a place."

I sighed, "Gerard you don't have to come with me. I could just leave. We can meet up somewhere."

"No way. I lost a friend I am not losing another one." He looked serious.

"You'll never get your passport this way it's a matter of time-"

"Lilly I've made up my mind."

He gets up and leaves the tent

I lie down in the tent, trying to gathering up some stuff we left here. I reached over to Gerard's wood block. It had a word on top of it that I could've made out but, I felt the tent shake, being Gerard's signal, and hurriedly crawled out of it.

I am greeted by Gerard's hand to help me up to my feet, and soon our footsteps echo like gun shots as we sprint through the streets.

"What about your tent?" I ask panting.

"We'll figure out."

We stopped running when we were totally away from his refugee camp. Both of us were panting like hounds.

"Gerard thank you."

"Stop thanking me." He laughed and I joined.

I thanked him in my mind once again. In all the years I've spent as a refugee I've never felt this happy with someone.

He had a great sense of humor and he knew how to cheer me up. Even in tough situations.

"So, shall we talk about Hector?"

My mind shifted gears and I focused on my priority.

"What do you wanna know?"

"Tell me what the officer admitted him to."

"Grocery stores, clothing stores, houses, and I think he even mentioned a public bathroom." My voice was cracking all over the place as I mentioned this to Gerard.

Gerard just sighed, I followed.

We sat in an alley way thinking. I tried to place my mind on to where that officer could take Hector.

Anywhere was a common answer I kept on receiving from my mind.

I groaned and looked at Gerard. He looked back at me.

"Got anything?" He said.

"If running to every police station in Norway is an option then no."

He shook his head and broke eye contact with me.

It's been 3 days since I've seen my parents. I hope they were okay, but my biggest concern was that they left without me to somewhere else we were meant to go. I think Paris was after Norway. We were going to try and get a citizenship for France, but that would take about five years to complete.

"Stop being so worried." I jumped at Gerard's sudden comment.

"What do you mean?"

"I can hear you breathing rapidly. With this rate you'll cause yourself a panic attack."

"Can you blame me?"

"No. But even if you can't go back to camp you have to accept it."

I didn't reply to Gerard. I know it was a nice thing to stay with him and have him help me, but was it the right thing?

Looking at the state we were in, I was starting to feel regret creep up its way into my mind. I tried to mentally push it back but it stuck in my mind and the words spilled out of my mouth.

"I am starting to regret this."

I didn't match Gerard's eyes but I knew they were looking at me.

"So that's it? You're gonna regret saying you wanted to stay with me and give up on Hector?"

"Who says you can help me with Hector? You aren't any better than my ideas."

"So you rather do this alone? Is that what you're saying here Lilly?"

I finally looked into his eyes. They showed anger, and mostly, hurt.

"I am not saying that!"

"You implied it, clearly."

He huffed and turned his back to me. I knew I struck a bad nerve in him. I wasn't even sure of my thoughts, but I knew that I am never returning to camp. I just didn't know if that's a good thing.

I felt Gerard's breathing fall in rhythm. I looked at him and he was asleep. His head leaning against the cold wet wall of the alleyway.

This was it really. How our lives were. I don't remember the last time I slept in a bed. My back being the victim here, got used to the cold ground. I sat there looking at him asleep. It sounds kind of bad and stalking to say it this way, but I had nothing better to do.

I wondered why he fell asleep so quick. Did he not sleep last night?

I immediately felt bad about what I said earlier. My thoughts just clouded everything and I spilled the first thing that came to mind out of my mouth.

The realization that for the next few days we would be sleeping in the streets with no tent this time, alarmed me. It rained practically every night here in Norway during January. We couldn't survive that much cold.

I felt my shoulder get heavier. I turned my head and got a face full of Gerard's hair.

His head fell on my shoulder without him noticing. Or maybe he did notice.

I sighed and let him sleep. Didn't bother to wake him up. I hurt him with my words and the most I could do was be support for his head.

Soon my own eyes began to close and I got carried away to dream land.

Carried away. Long gone. That I didn't hear Gerard's words.

"I am sorry Lilly. I just care about you and I want to help you, because I failed helping others. I wanna make it right."