[Actually getting some non-poetry writing done]

"This is a nice place you have here." Rosemary said, trying to sound in better spirits than she felt. She was a mess but she would be after her entire city was destroyed so catastrophically.

"It's not my place. This is the home of your mother's master." I said.

"Old Hetty?"

"Yes but she's out right now. I was told to bring you here. Put your things in this room for now. We'll have a proper bedroom set up for you tomorrow. There's a bathroom two doors down. Go and get yourself cleaned up. After that get some rest. Tomorrow we will figure out where to go from here."

"Max..." She called.

"Yes?"

"Are my Mom and Dad dead?"