All was quiet at the Naval Base.
Amidst the worried gazes of the crowd, Flora Bloom took Caleb's hand and boarded a military vehicle that Milton Adler had assigned to her.
Irvin Holden was in the driver's seat.
It took them over three hours just to get off Navy Avenue. Flora Bloom took out some cherry tomatoes, bread, and milk, handing them to Irvin Holden and Caleb for breakfast. As she ate, she glanced at the back seat in the rearview mirror with a faint smile.
After a strange GURGLE, a vigilant Irvin Holden glanced into the back. Cynthia Grant, hair in a mess and dressed in casual clothes, was climbing out from under the seats.
"Finally decided to show yourself?" Flora Bloom continued to eat at a leisurely pace, glancing at Cynthia Grant in the back.
Cynthia Grant's eyes widened, her voice jumping an octave. "You knew I was back here? Why didn't you say something sooner?"
Flora Bloom shrugged. "You wanted to play, so I let you play."
