(no creative name, sorry...) We started to flee and the woman followed closely to me. She began to blush and I introduced myself. She introduced herself as Elizabeth Schuyler. A wonderful name for a wonderful woman. (Eliza made me include that part...). We fled to a bomb shelter and huddled close together to ensure safety. I could tell Elizabeth was trying to stay close to me, for she was turning a scarlet color. We were instructed out by a band of British troops. Eliza begged to stay with the group and asked me if she could. I said yes and put my arm around her. She thanked me, the troops shoved us out, a rebel wouldn't obey and got shot in the arm. Eliza screamed, I tried to calm her down. Two girls approach.