More alarms. Esme rushes to the washroom I grab our supplies. The hole in my stomach had closed up. I ran into the washroom where Esme was playing with her rubber ducky. I heard the door crash down. I froze. "Esme, be quiet." I walked out and got a letter opener. "Who's there?" I asked. "Damn Horace! You were supposed to pick an empty house!" I heard someone say "We aren't here to hurt you. We're just here to take cover!" Said another. I walked out clenching the letter opener tightly. "Go away, this house has already been looted." I said sternly "We are just here to take cover a blond haired girl said. "If you take a step forward I'll scream and my dad will come with his guns... and things!" I said. I knew this wasn't true but it was all to protect Esme. "Who's there Sam?" Esme asked
"I told you not to talk Esme." I answered "but who's there?" She questioned "Just some kids." I said "ooh! I want to meet them!" "Well they were just leaving!" I said giving them a threatening glance. "Look. You will not scream and you will let us take cover here." Said the blonde "Fine, but if you try anything I will scream and put this through your stomach." I said holding up the letter opener. "Fair." Said a black haired American. "Sam, what's happening now?" Esme asked. I scooted aside and let the children in. "Hullo!" Esme said. "Would you like to get in the tub! It's the best place to be during bombing!" "It's her safe place" I told the strangers. "I'm sorry love. But we would never fit!" Said a short haired girl. More bombs fell and Esme started crying. One boy made shadow puppets on the wall but she didn't notice. "I have a clay man who would like to ride on your duck." One boy said. He placed a little clay soldier on the tubs rim. It started to dance and jump. Esme laughed and when the ground shook and the clay man fell into the water she just laughed harder. The American boy fell backward his hand on his head. The others looked around nervously. Crashing sounds came from outside the washroom. The children got up and opened the door. The blonde said to me "Don't open this door to anyone." And locked it. I was scared. Suddenly a crash was heard and I was flung into the air. "ESME!!" I screamed. I could hear her crying and watched a slab of concrete fall on the tub. "ESME!! ESME!!" I flailed and kicked but I was stuck on the wooden that had impaled me. I heard shouting and heard one girl calling our names. I heard Esme scream out and the short haired girl kicked the door down. She lifted up the slab and pulled Esme out. She sat her down on the blondes lap who was saying "We are going to take you to the hospital and Sam will be along later." I couldn't take it I screamed "Esme! I'm ok!" Esme looked up with delight and said "Sam! Sam!" The others just looked up with gaping mouths. "I appear to be stuck." I told them calmly.
The short haired ran up the stairs and tilted the beam down wards. Two boys grabbed my legs and pulled me down. Everyone was looking at me. "I'm fine" I said "You don't look fine!" Said a younger girl. "How come you aren't bleeding?" one of them asked. "She's one of us." Another said. I was confused. Soon they started asking me questions. I had no idea what they were  talking about. They asked me if anyone had come to get me before. I told them a lady named Miss Nightjar cane to take me but I refused because it meant leaving Esme behind. Eventually a medic came and saw me and fainted. I rolled my eyes and picked up Esme and put her on the ambulance. I heard the others discussing stuff about me "We would have heard of her if she survived the war so I believe she will not survive.
I watched them walk away and wondered is this true would I die? I dismissed the thought and said to them "I'm sorry I can't go with you." They nodded solemnly and continued to walk.