Sky sighed. "Queenie, come back!" she called after the other girl. "We don't have time for you to be mad at us, we need to find people, and food, and water, so get your ### back here before I kick it from here to next week," she yelled.
She was beginning to loose her sunny disposition. Stress does that to people.
'When I was a young girl, my father took me into the city to see a marching band. He said, "Girl, when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned? Because one day, I'll leave you. A phantom, to lead you in the summer, to join The Black Parade.'
Killjoys, make some noise.