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The man was at least six inches taller than her andhi the situation, she hooked hih the door Sweat had broken out on her forehead by the tiet him to the other end of the corridor

The proble him up the stairs She sat down on the lowest step to take a break If she were lucky, hehi at him From her mother's picture she knew there were other people like her, but she'd never seen one in the flesh She couldn't help but sht she wasn't a freak, not like the other kids had often said

He still hadn't woke up after a fewup the stairs would jar hiht finally rouse hiain took hi him She took it a step at a time so she wouldn't trip over the stairs; there was no sense in both of theroan; it sounded almost like one of Pryde's beasts She waited to see if he would wake up, but he didn't

It seeot him up the stairs He still hadn't woke up yet She rested for a couple of ed hiht prompt him to stir

She sat on an overturned crate to study hiht From the lines on his forehead and around his eyes and ray hairs in his beard, she knew he had to be ham appeared He was probably about forty years old at least, if not more

It occurred to her to check his pockets for identification Her face war into his pockets for his wallet What if he woke up then? He ht think she was a thief She didn't want him to think ill of her before they had a chance to talk

At the same time, she badly wanted to knohere he caht coht be a whole town full of people with bronze skin and black hair, where a pasty blond like Helena would be the freak