The day rolled on, the wagon jolting and bumping along the uneven road as the sun arched through the sky.
Coco and the others had taken a break to eat a simple meal— dried meats and biscuits, packed for the road, and after that, they went back on the road.
Since then, Coco found herself glancing frequently out the window at the landscape passing by outside.
She was itching to have something to do, but Cleora kept a watchful eye as the hours passed.
The older woman had a tendency to be overprotective back on earth and it seemed like she still is until now. It was quite evident how her gaze barely left Coco.
The sky was already bright above when they approached the transportation station.
The station this time was different to the previous, dim and suspicious one they had stopped at in the middle of night.
