Cheri was poking Emily in the ribs repetitidly. "Cheri stop poking her," Alles scolded.
"She's keeping me awake," Emily said.
"And it's fun."
"Stop poking her, we're moving again."
"Thank God," Emily said and started moving again. Her steps were still wobbeled and even in the now bright sun she kept almost falling asleep.
"Come on Emily, we're almost there," Alles supported.
"Thank god, are you sure that he won't be able to get into my mind there?"
"Pretty sure."
